Live from the Katnip Lounge, The Kat Pack!
Starring: KonaKitty * The Baby * Grayce * Tiny Johnson * Felix * Rupert * Scouty * CC * Sweet Pea * Maui * May Ling * Salem * Sylvester

Friday, May 29, 2015



Sylerster here.  On the coffee table.
Did you know I am the LARGEST cat in the house?
That's right!
I weigh nineteen pounds (8.6 kgs) and according to the vet in my opinion it's all jello mighty mancat muscle.

The coffee table is too tiny to hold all of me, my loooooong sleek tail drapes down no matter how I situate myself.

And there's not enough space for my handsome chinny chin chin, either.

I'm feeling great these days...last week I got a B-A-T-H and I rather liked it!  Not the actual bathing part--although it wasn't that bad--but I have dry skin on my back and it was so nice to get all clean, all over, all at once.  My tuxedo is bright and shiny now; no flakes!  Daddy says since I was such an easy bather he'll "do" me a few times a year.

Hmmmmm, maybe I should have struggled a little bit more...

Happy Friday!

XX  Squeaky Clean Sylvester  XX

Thursday, May 28, 2015

EveryKitty's a Critic


Maui here.

Mommy has been learning a new yoga pose: Bird of Paradise, or in Sanskrit, Svarga Dvijasana.  Oftentimes she recruits Daddy to take photos so she can see where her body actually IS in space as opposed to where it FEELS like it's at.  (Which usually turns out to be two totally different things--ed.)

A little Cat Critique never hurts, either.

Kitties, my work here is done.

Happy Thursday!

XX  Maui The Yoga Coach  XX

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Maui Wowie


Maui here.

Come closer...



That's close enough.

Happy Wednesday!

XX  Maui  XX

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Play Ball!


Salem here.

Daddy rides his bike a lot over at the local rec center.  The bike trail borders several soccer fields and baseball diamonds; look what he found and brought home for me us:

A baseball!
Actually, two of them.

I love to play with them, paw-pattying them around the floor, but only if if there's nobody to play my New Favorite Game with me that I call Tuxie Ball.

Mommy invented it and the game is played thusly:
One of the peeps rolls pitches the ball so it bumps into my tummy, and if it's a good pitch I beat the dickens out of it with my hind kikkers, and roll it back bat it outta the park!

Of course sometimes I get a foul pitch so I ignore the ball, which means the pitcher/peep has to get up and retrieve the ball to try again. 
(and again and again and again--ed.)

But occasionally they throw a good one, and then it's...
play ball!

**Kikkety kik kik kik**

Happy Tuesday!

XX  Salem  XX

pee ess:  Sorry about the dearth of comments lately, we intend to speak sternly to staff.  For all the good it'll do.  

Monday, May 25, 2015

If the Shoe Fits...


Nekkid Johnson here.
Mommy wanted to get some pictures of me in all my nood glory, but every time I saw the camera I headed towards her so she couldn't get a good shot.  So, she took off her flip flops for bait.

It worked.
I simply adore shoes!
All was good...

...until everything went horribly wrong...

Daddy had a Bright Idea.

Flailing occurred.

As did some struggling by both parties.

Thank Cod Daddy had the attention span of a gnat; he gave up after a try or two.

Stupid shoes.
I fall for 'em every time...

Happy Monday!

XX  Tiny Nekkid Johnson  XX

Sunday, May 24, 2015

Monstrous Selfie


We have a Special Guest today to participate in the Cat on My Head's Sunday Selfie BlogHop...

A Gila Monster, that is.

He (She?  Nobody asked!) meandered though the Grandpawrent's back yard a few days ago and they were intrepid enough to "help" with some photos.  Those bricks are 14 inches (35 cm) long, to give you an idea of size.

Damn pawparazzi...I didn't want my photo done!  My scales are all dusty.

Um...apparently Monsters are rather vain!
Who knew?

Happy Sunday!

XX  The Lounge Kats  XX

Saturday, May 23, 2015



Shadow here...can you spot me?

After many many many years of patient training I have finally succeeded in teaching my servunts to walk on a leash.

They are exceptionally well-behaved, now that they have the hang of it.

I take them out a few times a day for supervised strolls up and down the block; I'd prefer all day every day, but humans are so frail, compared with my Catly vigor.

While we walk if there is an especially interesting thing to investigate they show signs of tiring  I do allow them to take short breaks and talk to the neighbors who never fail to admire my leash lassoing skills.

As they should!
Just look at how perfectly this one heels...

Happy Caturday!

XX  Miss Shadow, Human-Trainer Extraordinaire  XX