OK, so it's official. I'm a crazy cat lady. I'm 30, single, and I have two cats. They are both 4 years old. The boy is a skinny gray tabby named Rex. The girl is an all black fatty named C.C. They are indoor kitties and kind of, um, frisky. Especially Rex.

Since Monday is garbage day for me, Sunday night is Chore Night. That works out well for me, since I am both busy and "neatness challenged." So, today I am doing laundry, changing the cat box, and cleaning up the kitchen.

While I did the kitchen, Rex was underfoot, begging for treats.

While I cleaned their litter box, they waited around the corner, so they could hop in it and make #2 the instant I was finished. (Apparently, there is nothing like being the first cat to defile a clean litter box.) Only I just brought in the clean litter from outside, where it is a quite chilly 1 degrees F. They jumped in the box, felt the freezing cold clay litter, and jumped back out again. Litter flew everywhere.

But their favorite part is doing the laundry. Rex tries to jump into the basket full of toasty warm laundry. When I open the closet to hang things up, they both rush in and try to pull down all the clothes with drawstrings. As I put my panties away, C.C. jumped in the dresser drawer. Panties falling on her head did nothing to deter her. As I put her on the floor, Rex dumped over the laundry hamper to make a fort. Both cats run inside and wrestle. Hissing and yowls issue forth as the hamper bounces around the floor. I pick up the hamper and look inside at them. They both look at me like, "Hey, we were having fun!"

I put a couple of things in the bag to go to Goodwill. Rex "helped" by trying to climb inside the bag. After kicking half the clothes out onto the ground, he proceeded to shred the bag.

I still haven't tackled the couch, which is covered with cat hair.

To top it off, Rex jumped in my lap yesterday, just as I was trying to place a key last-minute bid on a bottle of perfume on eBay. He wanted to cuddle. I missed my chance, and the perfume went to someone else. I made an angry face at Rex and said, "Bad boy!" Rex purred.

If they weren't so adorable, I'd put them out for the trash man to take away. ;)

I'm a crazy cat lady, too. Nice to meet you! I just have one, though. When you have two, they always gang up on ya!

I'd love to have seen that kitty flying out of the litter box! That gave me a good laugh.

Well, I am lucky in that these kitties know that I am Queen Bee. And they keep each other company, which is good. They just get soooo excited about Chore Night. I wish I felt that way about it!

I laughed at the litter box thing myself. I knew it would happen too, the second I poured out the litter and I felt how cold it was. But I figure, what the heck. The laundry room already has litter scattered everywhere anyway. I don't vacuum every week. If it's a vacuuming week, the kitties flip out. They hate the vacuum.

The kitties and I have at least one thing in common: we all hate vacuum-cleaner noise!

Lolly, I am 100% certain they are trying to help you. LOL

I cannot take fresh clean whites out of the dryer without hearing one of the two black cats coming around the corner. Cannot keep him from the clean whites. At best, I put a towel on the top as a sacrifice to the black cat god (Anubis?) that I can re-wash at a later date.

And Sunday is chore day. Whole day.

but I fixed the washing machine today, so it's all good :)

Kitties are all tuckered out now. They are kind of napping, but periodically peek at each other all sneaky-like, with just one eye open. I anticipate that around 11:30 or so, Death Match CXCLVII will commence in the kitchen. For some reason, they think if they stage it in the kitchen, I won't notice the yowling and hissing. Kitties are not known for their higher reasoning skills.

They are most unhelpful beasts. I made one request of them: "Open the door for the city meter reader and the post man." They refuse. I came home on Saturday to my Bergdorf's shipment sitting on the front step, and a letter from the city, complaining that they haven't been able to read my electric meter in over three months. Kitties are so lazy!



Pretty sure Anubis is a dog god. My neighbor's dog is named Anubis. Rex and Anubis are like a modern day Pyramus and Thisbe. They see each other through the front window, and get really excited. Then, Anubis barks through the wall at night, and Rex meows back.

I have a tiny house and low standards. So I only do chores for a few hours. :)

I feel your pain Lolly. Funny stories, esp. the cold litter jump 'n' jive. I have a (beautiful) black and white boy cat named Harold who enjoys shedding so no matter what color(s) of clothing I wear, at least some of the fur will show up on it. Hooray.

He also loves a fresh litter box and warm laundry. And waking me up each time I fall asleep. Every five minutes. By putting a paw in my eye.

But when he bumps his forehead against my arm or my forehead, or puts his little paw in my hand or makes that trilling sound that sounds like a question mark, or purrs in my ear, I forget all the bad behavior. Yes he is manipulative and I am a sucker.

Also, I am allergic to cats. And I have a malfunctioning light in my front hallway that Mr. Harold declines to fix, despite the fact that he is home all day. He prefers naps to home repair.

Ah, love them cat (and dog) tales!

Our girl cat (long gone) used to love to "help" me make the bed. The best part was trying to get out from under after everything had been neatly tucked in.

Last night, both kitties decided they had to sleep with me ALL NIGHT. This is no doubt partly because I put clean sheets on the bed, and they needed to be "broken in" and covered with cat hair. By morning, they had the bottom 50% of the bed, and I was curled up in a ball on the top half, with leg cramps.

As soon as my eyes opened, though, they came up to sit on my chest and get pets. This is OK when Rex does it--he's a featherweight. But C.C. is like a big furry bowling ball. "I can't breathe!" I gasped. They purred.



That is similar to one of Rex's favorite bedtime tricks. If I am trying to go to sleep without having done "pets and snuggles" first, Rex will carefully touch his paw to my face. That is the Nice Warning. If I don't open my eyes and do "pets and snuggles" (which can go on for 30-45 minutes), the next time, he puts his paw gently on my face...and extends his claws just enough to I can feel what the potential consequences might be to skipping our bedtime ritual. LOL!



Yep...this is the charm of boy cats. :) Mine is a cuddle bug.



Today, I'm leaving a chore list. We'll see what gets done.

Little buggers. We just have one right now. We just installed new wooden blinds in the breakfast room. Chloe immediately discovered the dangling cords and started whacking them around. That's fine, but when she started to chew through them ...

I always say it's a good thing they're cute.

Sure wish there were a good cat whisperer program out there. I'd love to see what Cesar Millan would try to do with cats! Pack leader, my fanny!

I've said it before, you can whisper all you want to a cat, it won't do you any good. That's just how it is.

If Cesar Millan whispered to my cat, Harold would reward him with a slow sleepy blink followed by a catfood-scented yawn in ol' Cesar's face. Then Harold would proceed to do whatever he had been planning to do anyway.

If Cesar came to my house, Rex would hide under the dresser in my bedroom. He's shy. C.C. would hiss at him, over and over again, until he got the message to GO AWAY.

The UPS man came this morning with some Creed stuff I ordered. Of course, he arrived while I was in the bathroom, stark naked, brushing my teeth. "Gedda dor!" I yelled at the cats through a mouthful of suds. Instead, Rex went to hide under the dresser, and C.C. went to the window and hissed at him through the glass. When I came out in my robe, she meowed at me, and I swear she was trying to say, "Don't worry Mom, I chased him away!" Gah. At least he left the 'fumes behind.

My girl kitty has no interest in 'fumes. But when I get new ones, Rex tries to taste them.

I hope those cords are cut apart and not looped together. Many a cat has hanged itself, sadly.

They're not looped together. You pull one to open the blinds and the other to close them.

They also have intriguing little wooden bobbles on the ends, which makes them the perfect cat toy.

Thank you for the cat stories! They sound like the sort of partially airborne zanies who get captioned on icanhascheezburger.com and very very loving too!