nosy prada...

i was cleaning the house... vacuuming and mopping... prada was so curious yet she kept her distance... she did run though when i came too close to her with the vacuum... when kolohe sees the vacuum he hides... he hates it... so i thought it was funny to see prada out the corner of my eye while i was cleaning... she didn't like the mop either when it got too close...

i then finished and went to go rinse out the mop... as we all know when prada hears the water in the tub running, she comes running out of no where to come and play with the water... so she did that at the same moment that i whacked her head with the mop... whoops.... i didn't mean to... i was turning to put it in the bucket and she ran into it...

who ate the hot dog buns?

most of the time we're good about putting away things in the fridge or microwave... i guess we used the microwave and forgot to put a package of hot dog buns back in the microwave... even though they were placed on top of the microwave, someone gracefully climbed up there and knocked them down to the floor...

if kolohe got to it, he would've been in one of his sick modes from ingesting plastic... and besides, he's too fat to get to the top of the microwave... the bag was also dragged about four feet across the floor... kolohe is not that persistent...

so.......... who else do we have as a suspect? hot dog bun bag was shredded... buns shredded... crumbs everywhere.... sounds like her...

the toilet paper battle...

continues...

so we try to make a point of closing the bathroom door each time so that prada can't shred toilet paper... well, this morning my husband thought she was out of the bathroom, so he closed the door... i guess she was hiding in the bathtub...

i wake up, go to the bathroom, see her sleeping on the bathroom rug and also see shredded toilet paper... so now we have to make sure she's not hiding in the tub...

why can't she just unravel? unraveling is fine... shredding is not! at least you can salvage unraveled toilet paper!

sad facts...

this was taken from a blog that i read frequently thoughts fur paws... some sad facts about loving, caring animals...

“In the U.S. alone, nine billion animals are raised in the most egregious factory farm conditions and brutally slaughtered for food every year. On top of that, we hunt 200 million animals annually, kill 20 million in research and testing, another 18 million for dissection, 4 - 5 million so we can kid ourselves that we look sexy in their fur and 5 million dogs and cats die each year in shelters because we treat them as disposable.”

why can't we figure out better ways to lower these numbers? like moderation with slaughterhouses... i'm sure we don't go through that much meat... and for research and dissection, use the animals from the animal shelter (gosh i feel bad for saying that but i think 5 million animals going to that is better than 38 million right?)

mr. bunny...

one day when i was living with my grandma, i came home and noticed a bunny in the yard... of course i have to try and befriend and touch any animal i see that seems homeless... he was actually rather tame and he came right on over to me when i brought him out some baby carrots... so i lured him into the animal carrier with some more carrots and in he went...

then, i didn't know what to do with him... he was so sweet and dignified though, i almost wanted to keep him... but i had kolohe and yoshi at the time and we were trying to find a place to live that catered to animals, so i had to do what i really didn't want to do- take him to the humane society...

i took him there and they didn't want to take him because i found him in a different city... i was like oooookay... now what? because they had built a newer humane society "closer" to where i found him, i were to take him there...

i called my husband and complained that i didn't want to leave him at any humane societies... so as he is the fixer of all things, he found someone at work that was willing to give him a home... i dropped him off at his workplace and he just placed him in a box... i guess the bunny was pretty strong because he hopped out and started hopping all over the place freaking out my husband and his boss...

at least a home was found for him... my job had been done... i do wonder how he's doing.... he was such a nice bunny...

feeling special and touched...

as i was reading through my daily blogs today, i discovered that i received an award! honestly, i didn't think that my blog was really out there being read and maybe even bringing some entertainment... so thank you keiko and luna for reading and thinking about us!

it means "your blog doesn't stink" and recipients of the award must link the blogger who passed it on to them and also pick five more blogs to pass on the joy to...

here are the five that kolohe and prada chose at random because we read so many wonderful blogs out there:

the fat kat kronicles

a kitty named reese

daily tails of chase

kitty limericks

mr. hendrix the kitty

thanks again!

one way to cool off...

when kolohe was in his lighter days, this is where he liked to cool off and nap at the same time... now he's too fat to either make the jump into the sink or can't fit into it comfortably...

hot weather...

couple of bad things when the weather is warmer.... prada is more moody... and we have to open windows for fresh air and ventilation... of course this wouldn't be a bad thing.... too bad prada tries to chase things outside of the window, jumping on the screens, popping them out or scaling the screens and ripping tiny holes... and as for the kitchen window, she actually ripped out some of the screen from the top of the frame... yeah, we're not going to get our deposit back on this place when it comes time to leave...

flies...

i'm sad to say that i lost another fourth of a role of toilet paper... i guess i forgot to close the door to the bathroom last night... but i shouldn't have to remember to close the door! i should just be able to leave the bathroom as is and not have to worry about toilet paper!! ok... that was my rant...

yesterday my husband was in and out of the garage, letting a few flies in... as him and his friend were about to leave to go mountain biking, his friend was looking in the garage and asked if the cats like to hang out there... i told him they're really only in there to use the litter boxes... they left and i go peek in on the cats... they're sitting there, quietly but focused... they were following flies around... it was funny because i've never seen them do something together...

somehow the flies made their way into the house (the garage door stays a crack open so cats can go in and out) so the cats were chasing them throughout the house... the only bad thing was prada scaled one of the screens putting small holes in it.... nail trim time...

it is quite amazing to watch how focused and strong their eyesight is... sometimes i'm staring at them like what the heck are you looking at?

i have lots of pictures to post with other stories but i can never find the right usb cord to upload them because we have so many that goes to different things and my husband just leaves them all over the place...

ahoy counter top...

prada on the counter eating spaghetti noodles... as i tried to catch her in the act, she jumped off... but evidence was hanging out of her mouth... i never have the camera when i need it the most...

passed out prada...

just wanted to share a pic of prada during one of her passed out moments... at times she likes to stretch out as far as possible, making herself look like a lanky weasel...

peepee prada...

prada has picked up another bad habit... i do not know the underlying cause... behavior or something or other... anyways... my husband was passing by the bathroom and saw prada in the sink... peeing in the sink...

we don't know if she has been doing this often and never caught it or if it's a recent thing... we were wondering because when she does play in the sink, she scratches like she's in a litter box... but if she were constantly peeing in the sink, wouldn't the sink smell?

either way, what the hell... i have never, ever dealt with such a weird ass cat... and to think that i had a dream that she died and i actually shed tears over her...

a picture from memory lane...

i believe it was two summers ago, or whenever the simpsons' movie came out, only a few lucky seven elevens were converted into quickie marts... we were fortunate enough to have one of those near by where we lived... i took my son there, stood in line, and saw what they had to offer...

we came home with squishies and somehow one got knocked over... who would've known dogs like squishies... i was going to get mad, but yoshi helped a lot with the clean-up...

silly girl...

have i mentioned how prada plays and goes wild at one hundred percent then passes out completely wherever she is at that moment?

she has a new sleeping spot... in the bathroom on the floor mat... she even claws it so that a corner of the mat comes up and makes a pillow for her head...

so far we have not lost any toilet paper for this week...

the house survived... barely...

house was in tact for the most part... prada seemed to have missed us... my kolohe definitely missed me... as i entered the house, he came running towards me... unfortunately my poor boy has a limp... he has allergies on and off and right now his left paw is all inflamed...

have gone through almost two toilet paper rolls in about a week... i swear i've been closing the door at night.... why must she shred the good toilet paper?!?

kitties still chasing each other like crazy...

prads still in and out of paper bags and boxes...

prads still biting and scratching... time for a toe nail trim...

kitties shedding like crazy because no one was home to pet them 24/7...

i guess kolohe was so lonely, he won't leave me alone and has to cuddle with me... so i have been covered in his hair...