I am quite fond of the pharmaceuticals I keep organized in my nightstand drawer. But I have to be careful not to drop them, so that the cats don’t find them and try to eat them.

But now, there’s a pill I can drop on the floor and let my kitty chew on all he wants! And if he tires of that, he can roll the bottle cap around the kitchen floor for awhile.

(A screenshot of the Etsy page for a pill-shaped cat toy. Several pictures are shown of a long-haired ginger tabby cat enjoying the catnip-filled, half-red half-blue felt toy, and the plastic orange pharmacy bottle with a prescription label reading “Catatonica.”)

The item description:

These jumbo pills contain a healthy dose of extra strength cat nip – just what the good doctor ordered.

Each pill measures approximately 3″ long and each vial contains two.

So get to the pharmacy STAT! You’ll want to make sure you have plenty of “mothers little helpers” on hand.

DOSAGE:
Take one down, bat it around, kitty is sure to have a ball.

POSSIBLE SIDE EFFECTS:
Temporary ants-in-the-pants followed by extreme drowsiness. Increased appetite not uncommon.

Only $8! I spend way more than that on my human medications. Check out kgrantdesign’s shop for more deliciously cute kitty toys. Next up: fried eggs and bacon.

(Cross-posted at FWD/Forward.)

Guess what you get today? Video! Previously Buddy was featured finding creative ways to share my tea: one and two.

This is the game Mitsy plays with me when I sit at my desk. I’ll touch her on the front side, then reach around to a spot of fur poking out under the shelf in the back, and she flops and rolls around feigning great surprise and indignation, mewing at me — then flopping back around and staring expectantly for me to continue. This goes on til my arm gets tired reaching up, and she’ll keep rolling and flopping for some time, staring down and meowing at me.

And pictures.

Mitsy cuddling on my lap.

Both of them on my desk, stirring up trouble.

Buddy is a big huge bully. Often he will fight his sister out of whatever spot she occupies — on the wide open floor, in a box, on a chair, or in this case, on top of my desk — and either take over, or just wander off. Bully, I tell you.

I survived the lumpectomy. There is some pain, but I’m used to that. Right now I’m just curious to see how it is once the breast has healed. It looks like my surgeon did an excellent job; actually not much externally-visible change in the breast, and he made sure to make the incision far enough back to (most likely) preserve the ability to breastfeed later. (There is some question whether I’ll be able to just due to the pain and sensitivity, but I didn’t want to kill my chances before I could even try.)

Have some kitty pictures.

Buddy makes a mess on my desk.

One of his favorite toys is my nail file. Yes, I know. If I can’t sit there and play with him (giving him the blunted handle end, not the tip) I have to hide it, because he finds it every damn time. Why he can’t just play with the stuff that’s meant to be a cat toy, I don’t know — he prefers nail files, twist ties and hair bands.

The cats helped me paint a couple of frames for the cyanotypes we made on our May vacation.

And then they took a break.

Buddy may have been better named Dusty.

You thought I was going to forget, didn’t you?

Buddy has taken a liking to a shoe box I threw on the floor one day while digging through my closet. He really, really doesn’t fit. It’s buckling out at the sides and from the top, it looks square — despite being a normally-constructed oblong shoe box. But this is my 14lb kitty who’s actually too thin for his skeletal frame, so he fills it out pretty well.

I think he looks like a bit of a cat-box-boat. Sailing the linty red seas.

Today’s roundup brought to you by oh look a feather toy!

I took the kitties in for their yearly vaccinations this week. Buddy needs to be vaccinated because his immune system is compromised; Mitsy needs to be vaccinated so that she doesn’t catch the virus from her brother. So I always get nervous around this time of year. (You can read their story from last year.)

The vet had nothing but complements for the two of them. Buddy, in particular, always gets exclamations of surprise for his coat, which is medium-length, thick, and soft like flannel. (Mitsy’s fur is long and soft like silk. I love petting both of them at the same time.) He’s doing beautifully, now three years and three months old and healthy as can be. We hope he will stay with us for many years more.

They screamed the whole way to the vet’s office in the car — but as soon as we entered the door, they shut their traps — because there was another cat there already yelling louder than both of them. They behaved perfectly for the vet, then started screaming at me the minute I took them back to the car. Brats.

Mitsy immediately ran off to clean her leg where she received one of her vaccinations.

I decided this week to dig up an old-school picture of my dog, Rainey. She lives with my mother in California — we could bring the cats over to PA to live in our apartment, but not the Chow-Chow/black Laborador mix. She’s an absolute sweetheart (with a black-spotted tongue!), and a handful of Mom’s friends and acquaintances have threatened to steal her. I miss her a lot. We haven’t been to California since we got married just over two years ago, and probably won’t be able to make it for at least a year more.

(Yes, I blinked.) Helping Mom plant some flowers in front of her house, back in 2004.

(Cross-posted at Feministe.)

Happy Friday! Time to break out that much-lauded Cat-Only Internet Filter.

…. but wait, you say! That’s not a cat! No, it’s not, but it’s cat-related!

I’m growing cat grass. I’m trying it with plain ol’ wheat grass seed in a packet, and growing from one of those kits at the same time — this one has wheat, oat and barley seed. This is my first time actually potting plants with my own soil, germinating the seeds etc. Yeah, it’s not much but it still has me excited. This is the two pots (kit seed, packet seed) on our window sill.

Now for some actual cats! Mitsy gets comfortable in some awkward positions.

Buddy, on the other hand, is lying belly-up as usual.

Would that I could borrow some of his bliss.

(Cross-posted at Feministe.)

Buddy has more chair-time:

Whoops. Dozed off there.

Mitsy wants to know what the deal is with these chair things:

… and then retreats to her more typical hideout: the window.

This box is something I’ve had for probably 7-8 years. This cat is something I’ve had for three. The bottom of the box should have an inscription: Any resemblance to actual cats is purely coincidental.

This one is pulled up from the archives. Buddy has some Chair Time.