Meowllo! Is there anybody out there? I have a lot on my mind! I've been quiet for way too long! It's time to let meowt again! Exclamation points warranted!

Meowllo! It has been brought to my attention that it's the Mewish New Year. I must confess that I am woefully remiss. I nap through almost every holiday. I sometimes think I should remedy this, but then I think, "Why? Why? WHY?" and go back to sleep.

Nothin' special, really

Meowllo!

I like to start each post with a hearty "Meowllo!" even if I'm not feeling particularly hearty. I realized I did not start my last post that way, and I am feeling a bit out of sorts about that. I know I should "pick my battles" about what I should let get to me and what I should just let slide, but what can I say: I'm mewrotic that way.

I don't have much to say today, really, except that I have been finding great comfort when my roommate sings "Mad World" to me along with a recorded instrumental version she found online. Today she sang it to me twice, and I even stopped licking my paw midstream, I was so mesmerized. I'm not even kidding.

In other mews, she brought home a little mouse a week or so ago, which she found downtown on her way home from the gym. When she brought him in the apartment, I thought it was a special lunch for me, but no, she immediately told me all teary that it wasn't. I cried because I wanted a special lunch but also, if mew must know the truth, I was sad for the little guy. She buried him in the flower box "graveyard", which is also the permanent home for another mouse and two birds.

Enough for meow. It's time to nap. I have a feeling she may be joining me!

Mew Shoe Dork

The other day the lady who lives with me came home with these shoes in her purse. Apparently they do double duty as RAZORBLADES on her feet because she told me she had to take them off a few blocks from our apartment and walk home barefoot! I don't get what the big deal is, since we four-legged types do this all the time and don't think twice about it.

At first I thought the laces/strings/ties/whatever-they-are were RED LICORICE, so I played with it and chewed on it, expecting sweetness. Although I was a bit disappointed, I still found it tasty! She thought it was insanely adorable, so when she went for her camera, I stopped doing it. That didn't stop her from recording the excitement, though. Whatever.

Enjoy! (?)

Mew Shoe Dork from tofuju on Vimeo.

Basket case!

Meowllo!

It's been quite some time, this I meow, but that doesn't mean that I don't make up posts in my head when I have nothing better to mew. I just don't get around to typing them as much I know I should. I know that's no excuse, because I have access not only to the desktop computer but a really nice laptop and a spiffy iPad as well. I suppose I have to just admit it: I'm lazy.

But, mew see, I'd really just prefer to lounge around in my new basket. Do mew like it? The person I live with received it as part of a Valentine's Day gift that her new boyfriend (OMG, he's so cute!!!) gave her, but I knew I could put it to better use than she could and decided to pretend that I thought it was a gift for ME. I waited until the boyfriend went home and then I crept into the basket and settled in. Of course, once she saw how cute I looked, there was no way she would ever be able to use it for something stupid, like storing stockings.

I just have to remember, this is NOT an annex to my litter box!

Is this thing on?

Meowllo!

Is this thing on? *taptaptap*

I apologize for not being around much in the last -- oh my god, almost four months? Really? It's been that long? I can't believe it! Time flies when you're napping about 23 hours a day. Rip Van Winklemew, much? Holy moly!

I have nothing new to report, except I do have ONE little gripe that I have to get off my furry black chest because it's been rankling me for a while and I think some of mew may relate.

Why oh why why WHY does this person-thing I live with insist on meowing back at me when I speak? What IS that? Is that supposed to be cute and/or funny? Or is it condescending, the way I suspect? When I meow by my food bowl, why must she meow back instead of just reaching for the food and giving me what I want? When I look up at her when she's working and meow just to say meowllo, is it really necessary for her to meow back? And it's not even like she meows right anyway. I do NOT sound like that. My meow is like a field of happy daffodils, bright and sunny and fresh. Her imitation is as fresh and lively as plastic flowers.

Thank mew. I feel better meow.

For once, it's not all about me me me (yow)

Meowllo.

I don't have the spirit for my usual exclamation point, so the period at the end of the Meowllo greeting will have to suffice.

I am very sad, and trying to keep myself from crying all day, because the past couple of days one of the cats who is lucky enough to live with my mom's friends Allison, Piglet, and Grover suddenly got sick and has a fever and is in the hospital and it's not looking as good for him as we want, even though we are all praying or sending telepathic good vibes or just thinking really really hard about how much we love Vito -- whichever one suits us! -- and how much we want him to get better. Some of us, like my mom and I, haven't ever even meet the little guy, but we know that if he's hanging around with Allison and Piglet and Grover he's gotta be pretty damned amazing!!!

The only good thing about this is that my mom has been hugging me extra these past couple of days. But I'm too cool to admit that I like this. So, even though I want her to keep doing it, I have to feign disinterest and pretend to struggle out of her arms. I do have a reputation to uphold, mew know what I mean?

PLEASE get better, Vito. We all love mew!!!