Tag Archives: cia
We had a plan and I failed!
Well people it happened! Hubby and I set up a Fire Contingency Plan last week and BAM! We woke up to fire alarms going off this morning… and sadly my plan did not quite go as… well as planned. BBBBEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPP … Continue reading
No Poo… Oh Shit!
Me: Babe when was the last time you cleaned the litter box? Hubby: Is this a trick question? Me: SHIT! Hubby: Ok! I’m on it, calm yourself. Me: No, I’ve been cleaning it regularly. Hubby: So that WAS a trick question. … Continue reading
Never Come Between CIA Cat and Her Prey
Me: BABE HELP!! Hubby: What’s up? Me: A butterfly got in the house and CIA Cat is trying to eat it! Hubby: So? Me: BABE! Hubby: You let her eat the moths that get in. Me: That’s different. Hubby: How? They have the … Continue reading
CIA Cat knows a trick… kind of
Last night Hubby declared that he had taught CIA Cat a trick. I had planned to give you a play by play of the events that followed… but it’s so sunny outside… and I’ve had like a million cups of … Continue reading
Monkey goes to the Salon
There has been talk that I have not been taking very good care of Drunkey Monkey *cough* *cough* *pissykittyslitterbox.com* *cough*. So I took him to Salon de Monique. Now hopefully these vicious DM abuse rumors will stop… even though he … Continue reading
CIA Cat + Drunkey Monkey = WTF!
Found this picture… Apparently they go way back!! What if DM is a spy sent by CIA Cat… this makes me question our whole relationship!
I Used the Force Against CIA Cat
Last night I was enjoying a little tele on the couch when I felt something brush against the back of my leg. I looked over my shoulder and saw my cat aka CIA cat. And I did NOT like the look … Continue reading
CIA cat has access to the internet
Apparently CIA cat is doing her research online. All I did was Google ‘Cat Butt’ (stop judging me) and BAM!! But that’s not all… there’s actually jewelry relating to this… JEWELRY!!! (and yes that is a gem stone on the … Continue reading
The Cat Lady’s Dance
I dedicate this post to my friend Tif who termed the phrase Cat Lady’s Dance during our last coffee run. It doesn’t matter where my cat is in my apartment, the minute I put on a pair of black slacks… she knows … Continue reading