Thursday, April 23, 2009

I Want to Go to There!

Al had mentioned how Mr. Bandito loves windows so he can feel the breeze along his fur.

He's been very thankful for the trucks, cars and hordes of screaming children along my street.

Sometimes I forget that he has been with me for such a short time.

Le sigh.

Ceasing Ramble.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

The Story Hour

Normally when I get ready for bed it actually means I'm getting ready to lay in bed and read for an hour. Bandito takes this as time to lay on my chest as I normally sleep on my side and he isn't liking trying to sleep around my constant moving.

It's annoying.

All you have to do is look at him when I ask if he wants to try to sleep on the bed. He jumps off in a huff. And then returns around 3am and then 6am just to ask me if I'm awake.

I wasn't until you woke me up cat; thanks for asking.

I have so much Bandit pictures though that I need to start putting them up.

So these are from The Story Hour, we were reading Fool by Christopher Moore. I highly recommend it, as does Mr. Bandito, literary critic.

It made him laugh.

It made him wide-eyed with the suspense and shock of some passages.

And sometimes, sometimes he was rapt with attention, reading along with me.

But mostly he liked laying on me, his warm personal pillow/heater. Tonight, we're reading The Daily Coyote by Sherve Stockton. It's fantastic. Mr. Bandito likes that there is a cat in it too.

Ceasing Ramble.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Mr. Bandito at Work

Bandit is progressing nicely.

He has even decided to help me catch up on some work at home.

How nice of him. Soon I'll just send him in to my actual job. I'm sure they won't notice.

And the shoes?

They get around.

Ceasing Ramble.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

A Box by Any Other Name Would Smell...

As cardboardy.

I just keep giving him paper products and he keeps being happy.

I know it looks like deep concentration, but he kept getting distracted by my blanket.

The new thing he is doing now is jumping up on my lap when I'm sitting by the computer and using the keyboard as a place to scratch his head.


We'll see how much he likes me after a couple days by himself when I'm in KC for Opening Day.

I feel like I'll be ignored for a couple days afterwards.

If not... he just wouldn't be a cat.

Ceasing Ramble.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

100 Dollar Scratching Post

Yesterday marks the day that Bandit decided he liked me.

I'm not sure if it's because I took two hours to get home after work or if it's because I brought home a scratching post for him to sharpen his imaginary claws on.

A note on how fantastic my landlord is... I caught her and we chitchatted about this and that when I dropped off my rent check. I mentioned there was a 100 dollar hike on there because I got a cat and he meets all the specifications that she wanted for me to get a cat.

Her eyes widened and she cackled (that lovely laugh of older people with genuine glee and you hear the wear of their voice over the years, like an old record) and told me she had picked up this perfectly nice scratching post from her neighbor yard. They were going to throw it away!?

A lot of things in this apartment are from finds that my landlord makes at rummage sales and the like, my new cabinet in the bathroom being one of them. I love her utter glee in free things.

And she told me that I was more than welcome to have it. I reminded her that Bandito does not have claws and she prattled on adorably about how they still 'do it' right? I mean, sharpen claws even though they don't have them.

She then gave me my 100 dollar scratching post and I brought it home.

Bandit likes it.

And then he curled up beside me on his paper bag. His most loved possession.

He likes me though, purring and jumping up and laying on my lap. Dany says it's because he wants food... false! He still had food in his bowl. Take that cynical Michigan-ite!

Ceasing Ramble.