Our silly cat, Simba

He totally ignores Tim (which is a good thing).
He eats tissues. Preferable used ones.
He isn’t allowed to eat anything else than cat food. He does it anyway.
He chews on toes and socks.
When he’s in the mood, he enjoys frightening people with his Hannibal Lector stare.
He gets upset when I don’t hug him when I come home.
He eats green vegetables. Green, not any other colors!
He loves cheese too.
He climbs on people’s necks. Not just ours. But also people visiting!
He gets annoying at 8.30AM and 8.30PM
He gets fed at 9:00AM and 9:00PM (see a connection there?)
He loves our other cat, Moby.
But he’ll never admit that.
He hunts his own tail. He’s no Einstein.
He sometimes pretends to be a bunny and lies in the rabbit cage.
Oh, he eats hey too.
He gets medicine for food allergy.
It really doesn’t surprise me he has a food allergy.
He loves to sit in plastic shopping bags.
When I make the bed, he gets under the sheets. Every single time.
He tries to escape every time I get home.
He cannot catch flies or other bugs. He’s just not that smart.
He likes to sleep on the dryer and jump in the refrigerator
But is afraid of our vacuum cleaner and iron board.

Just recently we can add another silly thing to this list. He jumps on top of one of our doors:

And when he’s on the door? He doesn’t know how to get off it. Did I mention he’s not that smart?

I wouldn’t mind him jumping on the door, if Tim’s playpen wasn’t just next to it. So any creative ideas to keep him off the door & out of the playpen are highly appreciated!

Stop! Cuteness ahead.

I could of course bore you with stories of my so far quiet day. Tell you about the weird woman in the grocery store today, who looked at the strawberries I was holding and said to me (almost horror):”You TOO?”.

But that wouldn’t be any fun.

I could have taken a photo of the man in my street who actually wore wooden shoes.

But that wouldn't be any fun either.

In stead, I’ll overload you with some cuteness I have to deal with every single day. I know some of you already met my hairy friends. But hey, what harm can a little extra cuteness do?

In case you don’t know: the grey one is named Moby. She likes to wash the red one (Simba). In public. She does it all the time.

As the carrot turns...

The infamous bunnies are back on the world wide web!

So if you're like really really really bored at work, just watch Joshua & Pluis live their lives. We've also planted Simba's favorite bed in front of the camera so you might see him or Moby appearing as guest stars in this spectacular zooish soap! Aren't y'all excited!

The cam uploads a new image every 45 seconds, you'll have to refresh to see it!

Update @ 13:27, I believe Simba pulled the plug since no new images are uploading :( I'll have to pay him more cat snacks.

Update @ 21: 12, If you happen to see the bunnies on top of eachother.. I'm really sorry I can't stop them. They ARE bunnies you know. I wonder if I should post an 18+ warning on my blog now...

Saved by the bat'

It’s time to get the cats their vaccinations again. About half an hour ago we got the cats in their carriers and were all set to. Two angry cats meeeeeowing like we were going to turn them into sushi.

We walked downstairs and Mr. Sweety went to get the car.

I waited..

And waited…

Mr. Sweety at the door. I think “that’s funny I didn’t hear the car”.

Mr. Sweety: he won’t work
Me: … what the the the car??
Mr. Sweety: Uhuh.

… Mr. Sweety turns a little shade of red …

Mr. Sweety: I think I left the lights on yesterday. Battery dead.

1-0 for the cats. And don’t give me that look, hairy monsters. You won this time, but there’s always next week.

It's a girl!!!

Personally I think she takes after her daddy….

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The Great Stare down

Introducing Sparky & Mr. Magoo. Our pet sit pets.

When they're parents are on holiday we take care of them.

Sparky (on your right) was shocked when his parents one day brought a fish tank home with them. He was afraid he wouldn't get any attention. And has avoided them (the FISH) ever since.

Untill the stare down that is.

Our friend Kevin was able to capture this moment in this wonderful picture!

... Who do you think won?

Someone bring me a pair of glass Manolo Blahniks

And the winner of yesterdays paw hand wrestle contest is....

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A game of hand wrestle

Simba, it's between you and me. Who loses, cleans the house. Got it?

Place your bets!

They got a new fridge

but where's the freakin' food?

It was the cat, with the knife, in the living room

I've been watching way to many CSI episodes. Last night I dreamt that Simba (yes our cat) was accused of murdering at least five people.

I had to prove his innocence.

Simba can get a bit annoyed and aggressive sometimes, but capable of murder? No way! So my search for forensic prove of his innocence begins.

First of all I knew NO cat can kill five humans without loosing at least five teeth. Ah good to know! So I had to find Simba. I stole borrowed a car. And almost immediately after I start driving I was followed by a police car. They were after me too, because they knew Simba is my cat. I increased speed, and drove trough narrow and busy streets, and managed to shake them of.

So I drive to this neighbourhood that kinda looks like the neighbourhood I grew up in. I stop the car. I walk towards a small lake which is surrounded with small hills. I climb down the steep hill, and look up to the houses above the hills (funny how things suddenly are there in a dream). I call Simba... nothing.. I call him again, trying not to shout because someone might hear me..... I can see him now. He walks towards me, but hesitates... oh please Simba... Slowly he approaches me and I can pick him up. I’m SO relieved. But no time to waste, I’m on a mission!

I open his mouth, and YES he’s only missing one tooth! He could have NEVER killed five people! What a relieve. But I have to have at least 3 different kinds of prove. Without actually getting in the water, I take out a long blond hair from the middle of the lake. Ah! That hair belongs to the killer, I just knew it. Beautiful. One more piece of evidence left to find.

Suddenly I find myself being in a room, with a woman with black hair. Ah! Forensic prove #3! She dyed her hair black! The blond hair I found is hers. She must be the killer!

Simba is of the hook. And before I know it, I’m shopping for clothes in a shop in Amsterdam that just opened. Woohoo!

Who me?