And That's Fab

Kennedy's playing live in Paris right now. What are you doing that's so great?

Cooper + Tom Cruise = Get Your Crazy On

My biggest fear is that my brother Cooper will turn out to look like Tom Cruise one day. He's been cute all his life. When's he gonna turn ugly? Life's not fair.

Ask A Feline: Stolen Laptop

Steve asks: "When I'm at a cybercafe and the urge strikes me that I need to run off to the loo, is it safe to leave my pc unattended next to a mac guy? Most of my mac friends won't even allow me to carry my laptop up to their flats, so what would they want with a pc?"

Moxie responds: Why do people always answer their own questions?

Steve, you are right to remain as unconcerned as you are. No mac geek is even going to know how to power up your toy computer. They'll offer clever excuses, like "I don't do windows." Ha ha, whatever. Bottom line: they don't know jack about fuzzy drives.

Vowels

When people call me affectionate, cooing names like "Princess..." and "Sweetie..." I feel like a miraculous cat! Especially when they extend their vowels. I wish I wasn't so easily wooed.

I wish I were more independent. Maybe this summer I'll plan to get away. Just for a short trip so I can feel alive again. Find myself. Wait, what am I thinking? I could never leave the food and all the company! I don't even like leaving the house.

Daily Show Blue

I just saw this from Jon Stewart, when the Daily Show returned after 911. It made me cry.

Miss Litter Wallpaper!

Okay, are you ready? Big announcement: Miss Litter and Dig Litter wallpapers! Yes that's right! Over the week, my human was away a lot - enough for me to take online photoshop training with Lynda.com. (Lynda is cool. Big plug.)

So I put together some fun desktops. I admit that I designed Cooper's wallpapers... but HE made up his own slogans. So blame him for their lack of taste.

Go back through the rest of our sites, and you'll see I swapped out many of the old pictures for new wallpapers. Every one is unique and hand crafted and totally free. Enjoy.

Kennedy & Coffee

Life is so unfair. I live in a prison where I can only smell coffee and only imagine Kennedy performing live.

Perre left for Urth Caffé just now. And what do I do but sit and wait? Sit and wait, while he runs around like he enjoys life. Maddening. I've never even been to Urth. The farthest I get out is to see the vets and although that sounds like a great punk band, "The Vets" is nothing but a steel table in a temporary holding cell for those of us least able to defend ourselves. Geneva Convention need not apply. Masked humans probe and prod, but they never get any information out of me. They don't even ask. I don't see the point. Anyway, back to my main complaint:

The kicker? Tonight, my human's getting a bunch of friends together to see Kennedy perform live. LIVE. I LOVE KENNEDY, and I never get to see him. Unfair.

iPod Missives

Apparently, EVERYBODY and their grandmas emailed to explain how great their iPods are (see my comment some weeks ago).

Do you really think I can't find out myself? I looked it up on wikipedia, and it's pretty self-explanatory. For those of you still in the dark ages, an iPod is a set of two thin sticks that cosmopolitan humans use as a tool for porting raw fish from a plate to their mouths. It's less efficient than their fingers, but it's all the rage so everyone is doing it.

No Middle Earth?

My three fans wrote in over the weekend to ask if I am a pirate or a ninja?

Survey says: a pirate, because a ninja knows if she's a ninja, and if I don't know then I'm certainly not a ninja. But isn't that strange: if you're not one, you must be the other? There must be more to the political arena than ninjas and pirates. True, I tend to favour universal healthcare and wild, youthful promiscuity, but I'm also conservative with spending and think promiscuity should be done in the privacy of your homes and not flaunted about in the streets like it's commonplace.

True, "the streets" are a bit unfamiliar to me, but my fantasy life more than compensates.

But to the point: Pirate vs Ninja? Isn't that a little too simple? Isn't there a middle ground between these two extremes? Like Wisconsin or Minnesota?

Hiyah!

I found the funniest thing ever: Ask A Ninja! This must be what they call porn because the ninja videos are all over my human's computer.

I couldn't take my eyes off it. He's so NINJA! I watched every podcast this morning. I wonder if he has a name?

I'm sure he will hunt me down and think up some macabre method for killing this small feline just for saying what I'm about to... but... his first podcast was really reaching. Lucky I went backward and didn't get to that one until the end.

The ninja has a sophisticated sense of humor for a mass murderer. I wonder if he'd take that as a compliment? Maybe that comment will save my small bones.

Lazy Hands

I like being a pet. At first I grew impatient at being confined. Eating the same food, coming when called, living between the same four... five, six, let's see... 14, 15 ... then around here... 26, 27, 28! ...living between the same 28 walls.

You see? Boring. But right there, it's the little things: I've never counted the walls. And some of them I got to count twice because they had two sides to them. Never thought about that before. And there you go: perfect material to blog about.

One benefit to being a pet is that humans never seem to grow tired of lazily running their hands through my fur. I take it that human relationships must be nice that way too.

The Ubiquitous iPod

Truth be told, I'm Cooper's ghost writer. He has his own thoughts and everything, but he gets frustrated easily, especially with computers.

I love my iPod.

I don't know why I said that. My human always says it.

The Mystery Mooing Puppy

I only have a couple of minutes before he'll be back. I'm having a hard time getting to the computer. My human works out on Monday and Wednesday and sometimes Friday. But this week he's been really irregular. He's spending ALL his time in front of the computer, and I keep seeing a dog making weird sounds.

I don't understand what it's about, but all the signs point to him leaving me for a younger puppy.

Meet Cooper - Brother From Another Litter

If you haven't met Cooper yet, he's doing his thing over here: Dig Litter (Cooper's Blog).

Warning: don't stay long or Cooper will get a big head. He reads his stats daily. Or actually, he has ME read his stats to him. Sometimes when I'm feeling generous and he hasn't been bullying me, I pad on a few extra visitors so I can see him do his stupid guy dance. He doesn't know how funny he is.

Flea Drops: Caught!

If I weren't a proper girl, I'd shout a thousand expletives! My human noticed I changed the calendar and fixed it! I got the flea drops this morning. Arrrgh! I don't know what's worse, the infernal itching or that poisonous tonic on my neck?

Okay, Who Are You, Really?

Hi I'm Moxie!

Welcome to my corner of the apartment.

I don't know how people find my blog. I guess I can get popular if I tell my innermost secrets and scandalous stories about my life!

But I'd have to make it all up because my life is boring: Capital-B: Boring. I eat. I sleep. I lick myself. That's exciting (not). I never shower. The most exciting thing in my life is after it rains, sometimes I notice a trail of ants walking up the bathroom wall. Mesmerizing. Boring too.

Dust Buster (first post)

When I think about the state of the house, the fur balls under the desk and lint near the back of the stove, I sometimes wish I wasn't scared of the sound of the dust buster. Because when it's off, and at a safe distance, it seems like the perfect size vacuum for me.