Fuzz Therapy

It's technically Wednesday, so here's your Fuzz Therapy to brighten your week. I don't know about anyone else out there, but there are days where my only comfort is snuggling with my Princess, whether she likes it or not.

Yesterday I bought her some treats, which apparently induces in her a mindless desire, because every time I shake the can she meows and turns up the cute to head-exploding levels. The above is her trying to knock over the canister to get to the yummy goodness, despite my telling her "no more" (like I thought for one second that she would listen).

This one was taken this morning when some birds passing by momentarily distracted her from her on-going 18-hour nap. She soon grew bored and fell back asleep. I wish I were a cat.

Hope everyone's having a great week!

Fuzz Therapy

Oh man, I forgot it's Wednesday (sorry, bad day at work). So here it is, your dose of my fluffy Princess:Yup, that's her curled up around Tha Carter III. I thought I'd share this one since I'm anticipating the release of Lil Wayne's rock n' roll album Rebirth.

I just like this one because of her stretchy paws. She often lays in a sunbeam like this.

Oh, and just so everyone's aware, there will be a new post this week (maybe next week, depending on how ambitious I am) on Sara Douglass' fantasy novels. That's all you get for now. Check back later!

Fuzz Therapy

Here it is, your weekly dose of fuzziness, starring my Princess. Since I already had a sewing post this week, I figure Princess can participate as well.

What my darling kitty has perched her fluff onto is my current cross-stitch project. Note that this project is not on the couch, but rather placed on my cluttered table. This did not deter her at all, and soon she was napping on it. And, since I know the consequences of moving this stubborn royal pain, I did not touch her.

So now there's a million fine white furs all over my project. A sticky-roller doesn't work as well as one might think, so now Princess' presence will be sewn into the pattern. It works though, because it's actually of a cat (that's its paw beneath Princess' own). Princess always finds a way to interact with any handcraft of mine, whether it's hunting thread, chewing the yarn as it's pulled to my hands by my crochet hook, or resting on yards of lace and satin. She's a fluffy ball of cute.

Fuzz Therapy

Here's your weekly installment of Fuzz Therapy, featuring my fluffy Princess.

She loves sitting with me on the couch, and she even has her own spot. My fiance and I accommodate her by leaving my Jack Sparrow fleece blanket on the one end of the couch, and we make do with the other two spots. Even when guests come over, I'll sit at the computer chair or on the floor before disturbing her place.

This look says it all too. She decided to rest upon my sewing instructions and the remote. Rather than risk some sort of mutilation, I sat through the horrible programming and put my sewing aside till she got up on her own.

I mean, who in their right mind would try to make a grab for that remote??

She pretty much is a princess in every respect. But when your cat is sixteen years old and still races around the apartment like a kitten, are you seriously going to tell her what she can and can't do?

Didn't think so.

Fuzz Therapy

Once again, the world sucks. Well, I guess not always. I don't know about anyone else, but I can always go for more fuzz therapy.

No matter how bad my day is at work (and it's usually just barely tolerable), I can always count on my fluffy marshmallow butt to greet me (in one of her few moments of consciousness--she loves her naps!). I am wanted. I am the bringer of food. I am the provider of ear-scratches, tummy-tickles, and fake mice. And in return, I get unconditional kitty love. Except when I try to brush her fur. That's when the claws come out, the ears go back, and my adorable kitty turns into a frightening blood-lusting monster.

But she always turns back to her usual cuddly self.

Fuzz Therapy

I am leaving for Michigan tomorrow morning (seeing family and attending my cousin's wedding, followed by the drunken celebration of my stepdad's birthday) and won't be blogging, so I'll leave you with a dose of Fuzz Therapy until I return.

My Princess has a number of hobbies that include

napping

exposing her pink belly to the world

and sleeping in adorably impractical ways.
I hope everyone has a great weekend. I'll try to moderate any comments when I can get to a computer. Normal pissed off posts should return next Monday.

Fuzz Therapy

Here's yet another edition of Fuzz Therapy, with my beloved Princess. She sports a massive amount of fur (which I've decided to let her keep this summer, provided she lets me groom her without bloodshed--unlikely). She enjoys sprawling on the furniture. Check out her coy upside-down look.

Issues with Body Image--not just a human problem...

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Humans and kitties must raise awareness for this issue. Together, we can all have a positive self-image no matter what shapes we come in.