Mancat Monday and an Award

The things a Mancat must endure:

Here I was enjoying the view out of the computer/catroom window, when Mom had to document my every move with the camera.

She wanted me to look directly at the camera, but I showed her who was boss. Besides, she had that awful camera flash and my eyes would have looked like headlights had I cooperated.

Next she caught me sleeping on the living room sofa. Can't a mancat get any rest around here?

I'll show her!

~Jake

Way too long ago, our friend Karl of the Cat Realm presented us with the Premio Dardos Award! "With the Premium Dardos, recognize the values that each blogger shows each day in commitment to transmit cultural values, ethical, literary, personal etc. that, in short, demonstrate their creativity by alive thinking that remains intact from their letters and words."

We are very much honored that he bestowed this award on us. We think that it was our environmental post that made him think of us. Thank you, Karl!

In the spirit of the award, we must pass it along to five other deserving bloggers. Because we don't blog as regularly now, we don't have a good sense of those who already received this. Excuse us if some are multiple awardees. We choose these wonderful blogs:

Skeezix the Cat (He probably received this five times over, but we think he is just great!)

Rosie and Cheeto (Unfortunately, they don't blog very often any more either.)

The Cats P (What a gorgeous family!)

DaisyMae Maus and the Feline Americans (Jake's girlfriend and her four brothers)

The Ginger Darlings (Breathtaking photos with a home setting of the coast of Wales coupled with delightfully descriptive passages)

~J&B

Jake's Halloween Costume

At first I thought that Mom had brought me a great catnip-scented animal skin for me to wrestle.

That was cool!

But, no! Mom thought that it would make a cute Halloween costume for me. I blame Karl for making her think about other species and how I might make a good giraffe.

I got very upset and would not cooperate by allowing her to put my front legs through the leg holes.

I am dejected, defeated, and humiliated.

But, maybe I can transform myself back to a handsome tabby cat.

Almost there!

Metamorphosis!




Last year I was a suave Frenchman for Halloween, but this year she tried to turn me into a giraffe. We haven't decided whether I should actually enter the contest since I wouldn't fully don the costume. What do you cats think?

~Jake

P.S. Time is of the essence because Mom is leaving for California early early on Saturday morning and won't be home for a week.