One of Milo's most amusing traits is the seriousness with which he attacks perceived enemies. He's a playful little creature who seems to have no idea that his legs are short (and therefore comically adorable).
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When I was young, probably around four years old or so, my father designed some holiday cards and had them printed. He arranged 25 letters alphabetically, five by five, and sent them to his clients and colleagues. I thought it was the most clever idea in the world.
This was our last Christmas together at the house, in 2007.
And this was our first and only Christmas at my apartment, in 2005. We took things very seriously, as you can see.
Generally speaking, we had a good time together. I miss my dad a lot today, but I've enjoyed remembering past Christmases we've had. It's been a bittersweet day. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have important things to do, like slipping a fuzzy wreath collar on an unsuspecting dwarf cat.
This was our last Christmas together at the house, in 2007.
And this was our first and only Christmas at my apartment, in 2005. We took things very seriously, as you can see.
Generally speaking, we had a good time together. I miss my dad a lot today, but I've enjoyed remembering past Christmases we've had. It's been a bittersweet day. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have important things to do, like slipping a fuzzy wreath collar on an unsuspecting dwarf cat.
There's no reasonable excuse for making this video, and I know I should be ashamed of it. And yet I feel the need to share. Here you go.
Lately I've been trying to get Betty to adopt a pet of some sort, a little critter to keep her company. Her beloved cat Cecil had run away earlier this year, and she still gets teary-eyed when she talks about missing him. So a few months ago, we went to the local animal shelter to look for a cat. There were some beautiful polydactyl kittens there, and I encouraged her to look past their "deformities" (her words, not mine) and give them a home. She stroked their foreheads and then burst into tears. "I'm not ready for a new kitty," she said. "I just can't do it."
Even now, she has yet to show interest in bringing a new cat home. "I will when the time is right," she insists. I don't push the issue, although I worry about her enduring a winter — the first without her husband — alone in a cold house. In an attempt to make her feel less alone, I e-mail the videos to her. She liked this one. "Thanks for sending & making my Monday start with laughter," she wrote in an e-mail this morning. So while it might be silly to make M&M videos, maybe there is a reasonable excuse behind them. Or at least a justification.
Lately I've been trying to get Betty to adopt a pet of some sort, a little critter to keep her company. Her beloved cat Cecil had run away earlier this year, and she still gets teary-eyed when she talks about missing him. So a few months ago, we went to the local animal shelter to look for a cat. There were some beautiful polydactyl kittens there, and I encouraged her to look past their "deformities" (her words, not mine) and give them a home. She stroked their foreheads and then burst into tears. "I'm not ready for a new kitty," she said. "I just can't do it."
Even now, she has yet to show interest in bringing a new cat home. "I will when the time is right," she insists. I don't push the issue, although I worry about her enduring a winter — the first without her husband — alone in a cold house. In an attempt to make her feel less alone, I e-mail the videos to her. She liked this one. "Thanks for sending & making my Monday start with laughter," she wrote in an e-mail this morning. So while it might be silly to make M&M videos, maybe there is a reasonable excuse behind them. Or at least a justification.
Labels: betty, kitty time is a special time, milo, minou, video
Uh-oh. French New Wave cat cinema is making a comeback. I know I should be ashamed, but the amount of laughter I get from this ridiculous endeavor is well worth the ten minutes it took to create this.
Labels: humiliating photographs, kitty time is a special time, milo, video
"Enjoy the internet fame," I told Milo. "It fizzles quickly." (Ahem.) He doesn't listen to me, of course, because he's a cat, and cats don't understand much beyond the smell of canned tuna. But I'd like to think that he's been parading around the house with his head held a little higher because he was featured on the flickr blog yesterday. What's endearing about it is that he's pictured alongside Beibei, the Munchkin who first inspired me to adopt Milo. Beibei is the "I made you a cookie but I eated it" cat, and yes, I realize how pathetic it is to namedrop a lolcat.
Although I like snappin' pictures, I'm not a fantastic photographer (though I tend to date shutterbugs, oddly enough). So I know that the people who commented on the Milo photo were doing so because of his inherent short-legged cuteness, not because of any great lighting or composition. It brought me an unexpectedly large amount of happiness to think of Milo making hundreds, even thousands of people smile. I think it's important to always have something small and simple that makes you immediately happy, and for me, it's usually the cats or squirrels. Milo brings me so much joy that it feels unfair to keep it to myself, and now he's spread it around through pixels. That, too, makes me immediately happy.
Although I like snappin' pictures, I'm not a fantastic photographer (though I tend to date shutterbugs, oddly enough). So I know that the people who commented on the Milo photo were doing so because of his inherent short-legged cuteness, not because of any great lighting or composition. It brought me an unexpectedly large amount of happiness to think of Milo making hundreds, even thousands of people smile. I think it's important to always have something small and simple that makes you immediately happy, and for me, it's usually the cats or squirrels. Milo brings me so much joy that it feels unfair to keep it to myself, and now he's spread it around through pixels. That, too, makes me immediately happy.
Labels: kitty time is a special time, milo
I've figured out my problem. (Well, one of them. A big one.)
Because I am scared of trying to write something good and utterly failing at the endeavor, I procrastinate by creating ridiculous things. By default they are indeed ridiculous, which means that they don't have to be very good; all they need to do is make people laugh, even if I'm the only one chuckling.
This latest video (sadly, the third made in the last week) brings me a lot of joy. Even if I do think Jay-Z made his millions off of glamorizing misogyny.
(Yes, I know the audio is off. I am still learning how to make these things.)
Because I am scared of trying to write something good and utterly failing at the endeavor, I procrastinate by creating ridiculous things. By default they are indeed ridiculous, which means that they don't have to be very good; all they need to do is make people laugh, even if I'm the only one chuckling.
This latest video (sadly, the third made in the last week) brings me a lot of joy. Even if I do think Jay-Z made his millions off of glamorizing misogyny.
(Yes, I know the audio is off. I am still learning how to make these things.)
Labels: kitty time is a special time, milo, minou, video
This morning I taught myself how to use iMovie. Turns out it's pretty simple! Who knew? Here is the first project, which shows how far I've fallen. (Also, I know I screwed up the French in the production notes, but it was 7:30am. Cut me some slack.)
So far, the video has managed to either offend, confuse or horrify those who have seen it. (A few people also loved it.) I like to think it's enjoyably bad, but maybe I'm biased.
So far, the video has managed to either offend, confuse or horrify those who have seen it. (A few people also loved it.) I like to think it's enjoyably bad, but maybe I'm biased.
Labels: kitty time is a special time, milo, video
Sabrina and I were IMing at the end of the work day, and I said, "We're unfun." And then, because I can't talk about ANYTHING without bringing up some trivial thing about punk rock, I brought up the Jawbreaker album of the same name, and we had a good dance down memory lane. That album contains "Want," the most nervewracking song you could possibly put on a mix tape for a crush. (Do kids make mixes anymore? I doubt it.) Aside from some skeevy slow-jam, is there any other song that's a less subtle admission of a crush? Or any song that would make you melt more? The older I get, the more excited I would be to find this on a mix CD. (See above half-joking transcript for evidence of my shallow, silly and juvenile daydream, which is pretty similar to this.)
One little in-joke is funny. Stretching it to a larger one is inversely so, but I sometimes can't help myself. Sabrina and I talk about starting a band called Monarchs of Laze, heavy on keyboards and bass, and this is the cover of our first seven-inch. You can say you knew us when.
Labels: jawbreaker, milo, sabs
I was deep-cleaning my apartment tonight, when Minou started to do his chirpy meow. (He only does this when he sees something of great interest.) He and Milo were staring at a winged insect. I grabbed the camera, knowing something entertaining would happen. And here you go:
I'm so embarrassed by the junkyard in the apartment, but truly, it is normally not like this! I just picked a bad time to clean like crazy.
I'm so embarrassed by the junkyard in the apartment, but truly, it is normally not like this! I just picked a bad time to clean like crazy.
Labels: kitty time is a special time, milo, video
Videos of Milo and Minou are up at Youtube now.
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That's me. A busy bee. My friend Jen and I are constantly trying to figure out why we're always so tired, and we think it's because our brains don't rest enough. In my case, it's also due to my job, where I am now posting now and then.
Also, the more exciting news is that I have another kitty! Minou has a little brother named Milo. Milo is a munchkin, which means he has short legs. It makes me giddy to think about his tiny little legs, and his meerkat stance, and his little raspy smoker's meow. I am now more of a cat lady than ever before.
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