Elvis and the stick of celery

Once upon a time, there was a black and white cat named Elvis.

Elvis’ favourite food was celery.

Elvis loved celery so much, he would spend most of his waking hours (not that there were many) looking for celery around the house.

Then one day, he thought he could see a stick of celery. Right at the top of his favourite tree!

“How am I going to get all the way up there?” wondered Elvis. For it was a very big tree indeed.

Elvis climbed up halfway up the tree. “I think I smell the celery!” he thought. “I must be getting close”.

Elvis leaped up to try to get to the celery. But he couldn’t quite reach it.

“Oh shit, I missed” thought Elvis. He tried one more time.

“Zomg, I’ve got it!”

Elvis was so proud of himself for finding the stick of celery all by himself. He sat on the tallest branch of the tree with his stick of celery. The celery smelled so good, it was the best celery Elvis ever had.

THE END.

Bear?!

Yesterday I heard about a couple who named their newborn baby Bear.

Bear.

As in, B.E.A.R.

This is not a bear:

This is a Bear:

I know I’m biased, but REALLY. The name Bear suits an animal much more than a human. Wouldn’t you agree? Plus, my Bear is adorable!

Got your tongue!

Do you know how hard it is to get a photo of a cat with its tongue out?

I was trying to get a photo of Bear adoring my Slanket as much as I do, but got his tongue instead.

High

Elvis has rediscovered the catnip-infused scratch box on the loungeroom floor:

Doesn’t he look “special?”

Suddenly it’s very hard to tell we have a red rug underneath all those nommed bits of cardboard.

Special mention to the blue bucket in the background of the pic on the left; my bucket that sits at the bottom of my leaky loungeroom wall a.k.a. The Water Feature. I know mentioning this will mean it won’t happen, but there’s a chance The Water Feature might get repaired on the weekend… almost 2 years after the wall first started leaking.

Tolerance

Elvis and Bear hardly ever acknowledge each other’s existence, except for the occassional cat fight.

Last night after a particularly feisty fight, the boys actually sat on the same chair, in the same room.

Amazing.