May 29, 2012
Pillow fort, kitty style

When you’re young at heart, even a pillow stacked askew on top of another suddenly becomes a fort.

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A strong defense is key to holding down the fort.

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Fort integrity: maintained.

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May 17, 2012
Investigating my new bike.

Investigating my new bike.

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April 18, 2012
Hey guys, sorry for the lack of updates lately! There are numerous videos and photos I should go through to post. 

For now, here’s a shot from this morning. Squeaks always investigates the shower each morning when I’m done showering.

Hey guys, sorry for the lack of updates lately! There are numerous videos and photos I should go through to post.

For now, here’s a shot from this morning. Squeaks always investigates the shower each morning when I’m done showering.

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March 19, 2012
My mom painted something special up for our apartment. I think she really captured the essence of Squeaks’ personality.

My mom painted something special up for our apartment. I think she really captured the essence of Squeaks’ personality.

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March 2, 2012
lonewolfgirl:

Early bird filter for the early bird watcher

Just got an iPhone. You may see a heavy influx of artsy snaps of the cat.

lonewolfgirl:

Early bird filter for the early bird watcher

Just got an iPhone. You may see a heavy influx of artsy snaps of the cat.

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February 29, 2012
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Another funny thing after getting the cat back after surgery was what they registered her under.

"squeeks"

Well, I mean, they misspelled Squeaks. But okay.

"squeeks" kusnir

I like that she was “Squeeks” Kusnir. It’s totally her 20’s gangster name.

"squeeks" kusnir

That cat does a lot of boot-legging (getting into boots and running up legs) and rum-running (spilling drinks everywhere), obvs.

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February 27, 2012
Post surgery

As I mentioned earlier, we took the cat to get spayed. When we brought her home from the surgery, we watched her closely to make sure she didn’t get at her stitches.

She dozed a lot on and off, and occasionally stretched out showing her shaved patch and where the tiny incision was made.

stretchy mao

The thing that surprised us the most was that under the fur, her skin were patches of cow black-and-white! That was pretty strange, we had always thought the fur was what came colored. Apparently she is all cowcat, all the way down.

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February 26, 2012

We had the cat spayed a few days ago, and when she got home she was pretty drugged up.

Just look how stoned she is. Just look at her!

Excuse the audio in the background, that’s The Sopranos. Mute if you don’t want to hear any vulgar language. Although, it is a scene regarding drug addiction intervention. Seems fitting.

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February 21, 2012
Cat tunnel

I was at the dollar store recently, and bought a cat tunnel for $1.50. It’s pretty short, and you would hardly call it a tunnel, but the cat seems to like it.

There’s a little dangly ball on a short string at the end of it, and she loves things on strings.

nom

Ar-num-num-num-num.

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Blech. Check out that high-speed tongue out action!

enjoying new cat tunnel

I’d say she likes it!

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February 20, 2012
The toilet story

You might have heard some hint or some part of this story from me already, on how our cat broke our toilet.

Our cat. Under 6 lbs.

Broke.

Our toilet.

Yeah.

It all began with Valentine’s day, as some of these toilet-based stories are wont to be. J bought me flowers (this was our downfall) which we kept in a decanter/flower vase (initially the former, now repurposed as the latter). The neck of the decanter is narrow, so it’s an awkward bouquet propped up with a high center of gravity. Knowing this, and seeing Squeaks’ predilection for smelling flowers, we hid the flowers away in the bathroom for safekeeping.

The day after, J walked casually into the bathroom unwittingly with a tiny ninja cat in tow. In under 2 seconds, the cat flies onto the counter where the flowers precariously perched, knocked the vase over into the toilet below, and caused this: 

broken toilet :|

Surprisingly the vase did not shatter into a million pieces, which the small pieces of toilet did.

The rest of the story involves J going to buy a new toilet, was given an alternate model from the one he wanted at Home Depot, tried to install it about 5 times and then realized the toilet Home Depot gave him was just barely too high for the counter on top. 

So we slept that night, unresolved, with a hole in the floor. The next morning J was able to get a proper toilet that fit and voila, a new toilet! (J earned about a million man-points for installing a new toilet.)

mao sniffs new toilet

She sniffs to make sure the new toilet is up to snuff. It’s nice to have a new toilet, I guess. Our landlord did not have much to say to all of this except “okay”. Maybe he didn’t understand the story?

Buy flowers? Had to replace the toilet! And so this is pretty much the sole reason we can’t have nice things. 

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