Della Street is plugged in and Oscar is leaning in. So it goes.
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Category Archives: Catblogging
Friday Catblogging: Languid Della
It’s summertime and the living is easy for Della Street. It’s too hot to cat.
Friday Catblogging: First He Sleeps On The Purse
My old friend Susan dropped by last Sunday. She put her purse on the Congressional trunk that serves as our coffee table, and the rest is Oscary history.
The post title pun on a certain song title has given me a benign earworm. This is it:
Friday Catblogging: Less Than (Coke) Zero
Della Street has an interesting new spot:
Speaking of Less Than Zero:
Friday Catblogging: Crazy Eyes
This was an attempt to take a devil-eyed Della picture. As usual, Oscar was oblivious.
Speaking of Crazy Eyes, here’s a classic tune by Poco:
Friday Catblogging: The Devil & Mister O
It’s a duo picture of Oscar and Della Street for the  third consecutive week. It may be a record  but I’m too lazy to investigate. They could be the next Crosby and Nash. Bad choice: they’re not speaking because of Crosby’s malakatude whereas Oskie and Della remain besties.
Friday Catblogging: Bar Stool Kitties
There are times that Oscar and Della Street resemble one cat with two heads. This is one of them or is that two?
Friday Catblogging: Carnival Flashbag
The title isn’t a typo, it’s a pun on flashback. Another day, another pun. Oscar and his pesky kid sister belatedly discovered a Carnival throws bag that’s been sitting next to the fireplace for months. I never claimed to be a good housekeeper or to read Good Housekeeping for that matter.
The kitties are now so obsessed with the bag that Della gave me a warning hiss as I walked by the other day. Silly cat. That’s why we call her the butt-head.
Friday Catblogging: Puttin’ On The Ritz (Box)
There’s a story behind this picture. I put the bigass Ritz Crackers box down a few weeks ago. Della Street had no interest in it until earlier this week. Most of my catblogging pictures were taken by Dr. A: not this one. I was a man on a mission. It’s not much of a mission but it’s mine all mine.
It’s time for the obligatory musical ending. Super duper.
Friday Guest Catblogging: Milo Listens To The Mockingbird
It’s time for Milo’s third catblogging appearance. He appears to be oblivious to the mockingbird right behind him. Talk about letting down the side.
I bet you thought I was going to post Listen To The Mockingbird. Wrong. Here are Carly and James instead:
Friday Catblogging: Bowl Kitty
This is Della Street in her natural habitat: next to her food bowl.
Friday Catblogging: Don’t Mess With Me, Human
As you can see in this snapshot, Della Street takes her couch time seriously.
Friday Catblogging: Sur La Table
This is one of the few tables our cats are allowed on. Della Street would sit there anyway.
Friday Catblogging: Bookish Cat
It’s time for another Della in a box picture. I believe my copy of Michael Tisserand’s Krazy came in this Barnes & Noble box. Della Street, however, is more of an Ignatz than a Krazy. It’s why we don’t let her near bricks.
Friday Guest Catblogging: The Other Scout
My friends Greg and Christy have a new kitten. It came to them named Mockingbird. I pointed out that any self-respecting cat would try to eat a mockingbird. That’s one reason why Greg thought naming her Scout was in order. Greg *is* an avid First Draft reader but his kitten isn’t named after Scout Prime. Sorry, hon.
Here’s she is looking at the world upside down.
It’s time for the obligatory cat and laptop snapshot:
Friday Catblogging: Here’s Looking At You, Kid
The artist also known as the O-Man keeps a watchful eye on his domain: the couch.
Friday Catblogging: Jeepers Creepers
Writing about Neil Gorsuch’s propensity to say gosh and golly yesterday made me think of Johnny Mercer’s slangy lyrics as applied to Della Street’s devil eyes:
Jeepers creepers, where’d ya get those peepers?
Jeepers creepers, where’d ya get those eyes?
Gosh all, git up, how’d they get so lit up?
Gosh all, git up, how’d they get that size?
Golly gee, when you turn those heaters on
Woe is me, got to put my cheaters on
Jeepers creepers, where’d ya get those peepers?
Oh, those weepers, how they hypnotize.
Where’d ya get those eyes?
Heere’s Della:
Here’s the man himself singing Jeepers Creepers by golly:
Friday Guest Catblogging: Can’t Let Go
This week Carnival withdrawal and catblogging collide in a repeat appearance by my friends Holly and Paul’s feline Boris. Holly is a member of the Krewe of Nyx who are known for their decorated purses. Quite naturally, Holly made a purse honoring Boris:
I’m not sure if Boris approves. At least she didn’t cough up a hairball on it:
Since I used a Roxy Music tune for the title, I am obligated to post it regardless of whether Boris approves:
UPDATE: Boris celebrates her return to First Draft. I’m glad she doesn’t drink vodka.
Friday Catblogging: Krewe du O
This week’s catblogging features a snapshot of Oscar snoozing next to my Krewe du Vieux costume a few weeks ago. The bag he’s sleeping on contains a krewemate’s costume. All Oscar knows is that it’s comfortable and that’s all the matters to a cat:
Friday Catblogging: Kegger
My friend Greg is a talented home brewer. He usually brings a keg over to our house during Carnival. As you can see, Oscar approves:
