A post about my cats. Surprise!

I've been waiting to tell you this until it was for sure going well, but Anderson Cooper doesn't live here anymore.

I know!

Marvin was saying that he was going to get another cat, because Henry was sad and meowing and bored, and he was even considering licking Henry himself, because that's what Winston used to do. I suggested this might be crossing the I-heart-cats threshold.

I thought about it and offered him Anderson. I thought if I got kittens, they'd grow up okay around dogs, and certainly that's been the case with Roger, who splays on top of the dogs to sleep, and leaps up onto Edsel's head and stays there just for yucks and so forth. But Anderson was always scared of them, and whenever he walked across the room, the stupid dogs would chase his delicate self.

You always found Anderson hunkered up high on something.

"I think he'd be happier with just a cat friend," I said. "I LOVE Anderson!" said Marvin.

Can I just tell you that when I met Marvin he was unfamiliar with cats, and all awkward around them, and I consider it a personal victory that I have turned him into a cat-loving girly man?

Anyway, Marvin got him over a week ago and I am happy to report that Anderson is so happy. He and Henry are playing and running around and Anderson gets to actually run across the floor and there was only one hiss out of Henry initially.

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I didn't mean to put this picture in, but you can see how deeply concerned Roger is about losing a brother.

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Here's the picture I meant to put in. I will miss my little gay cat. But I think I did the right thing by him. "I'll try not to lose this one," Marvin said.

While we're on the subject of my cats, and hi, Hulk, we have a winnah! in the photo caption contest.

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"rodger in junk drawer. rodger wish he still had junk. in his drawers."

Yes, Faithful Reader Funny in my Mind was funny outside of her mind. Send me your address, FIMM! You get the yodeling pickle! Christmas has come early.

An honorary pickle goes to the disqualified-before-the-contest-began Paula, because we all knew she'd be effing hilarious. She came up with about 47 captions, including:

"Oh, Miss Gardens, thank you for coming in. I have the results of your cat scan right here."

"I hate this desk job."

"Do these drawers make me look fat?"

"Man. Pete Campbell's office IS cramped." (That's only funny if you like Mad Men, WHICH YOU SHOULD.)

"NOBODY puts Roger in a drawer."

Paula. Killing all of us since whenever the hell she found this blog.

I must go, but before I do, let's start the good deeds thing. Because I don't still have your photo project to do and a statistics textbook deadline and this house doesn't look like Sanford & Son's house or anything.

Every year I like to do this on my blog to make myself break out in hives–too late! But it's a nice thing to do and we all end up liking it, except for Jan and Steve.

We pair up with each other cyberly and do good deeds for December. So all you have to do is write in the comments: "I'm in!" and then I will at a later date (maybe Friday?) pair you up with your good-deeds partner. So please be "in" by Wednesday at midnight.

And the good deed should be generally free or very low-cost. Open the door for someone whose arms are full of packages. Put quarters in all the parking meters down a street. Anonymously leave cookies for your old-lady neighbor. Whatever. Nothing huge, nothing fussy. Just come back here before Christmas and let us know in the comments what your good deed is, and your partner will return the favor with a good deed of his or her own.

Who is in?

238 thoughts on “A post about my cats. Surprise!

  1. Well, A) I’m not afraid of June and B) I’m not trying to get in her drawers, so I don’t care if she yells at me…

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  2. Well, A) I’m not afraid of June and B) I’m not trying to get in her drawers, so I don’t care if she yells at me…

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  3. Well, A) I’m not afraid of June and B) I’m not trying to get in her drawers, so I don’t care if she yells at me…

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  4. Thank you Hulk. And thank you Sadie for your comment. My ex will actually move into this house again (after I move out!) so I don’t have to worry about selling it. And that way his family knows where to go! I looked at a house today that was horrific! Old and crappy and dirty, but expensive! Will have to keep looking I guess. My problem is that nobody wants to allow dogs in rental homes.

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  5. Hee!
    Hulk, you will get it. I’ve had my phone for a month, and am just now starting to like it, rather than be afraid of it.

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  6. I am in. Totally in.
    My 13 year old just told my 2 year old, “Sophia. Daddy said not to open up the door when you don’t have any panties on.”
    What does it say about our family that we need our own special rule about that?

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  7. Am I the only person who thinks that the comments should have their own room? Or at least their own blog? Because, seriously, they are just as funny as the post itself.

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  8. Am I the only person who thinks that the comments should have their own room? Or at least their own blog? Because, seriously, they are just as funny as the post itself.

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  9. Am I the only person who thinks that the comments should have their own room? Or at least their own blog? Because, seriously, they are just as funny as the post itself.

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  10. Not only the comments, but the signature lines. Sometimes I’ll be reading a comment and go “huh?” and then realize it’s a reference to someone’s hilarious signature… i.e., Target Steve today saying ‘sometimes I have to tell Beth when I’m in”. Cracked me up.

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  11. Never commented before, but what the heck, I’m in.
    Maybe I’ll have my cats do a good deed – it would be a first for them, believe me.

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  12. I want to be paired with Hulk because he’s already done his which means I won’t have to keep checking back here all the time. I have a game to play, you know.

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  13. I Am SOOOOOO INNNNNNNNN!!
    Yaaay!! I’ve already started my good deedses!!
    : )
    And, I, for one, think you did the right thing for Anderson. He was so upset around the doggilties…Not a fun life for him. He will be much happier with Hen Hen.

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  14. Eeeerrriiinnn, I’m in but I now I’m really late, so if it’s too late, I’ll be sure to be more timely next year.

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