PostSecret Asshole

I've read a lot of sad, creepy, and heartbreakings posts on PostSecret, but this is the only one that's made me physically sick.

Someone seriously needs to have his or her ass whipped.

Saturday Night Live

This Cat Is a Better Photographer Than I

Mr. Lee, a cat of German descent, has his own camera and takes smashing photos of his day-to-day life. Why, you may ask. Or, perhaps, how. Here's what his owner says:

I thought about our cat who is the whole day out, returning sometimes hungry sometimes not, sometimes with traces of fights, sometimes he stay also the night out. When he finally returns, I wonder where he was and what he did during his day. This brought me to the idea to equip the cat with a camera.

Of course.

The Other One

I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.
Jean Cocteau

What the Hell Is a "lolcat"?

That would be: Laugh Out Loud Cat.

Sometimes I think I get this whole internet-y thing. I've been working on it for more than 10 years, so I should know something, right? Then I hear about LolCats, scratch my head, and think "WTF?"

So what is a lolcat? A cute picture of a cat or other pet, with a humorous caption, written in some weird pidgeon English. And here's a shocking tidbit for you. The lolcat site I Can Has Cheezburger accounts for one-third of the Wordpress blogging bandwidth.

WTF?

Laugh out loud here.

Captain Kittens

Jerry already had Captain Kittens when I moved in 5 years ago. He'd been a stray and was a little skittish, but very, very streetwise. This we knew from his prediliction for boldly eating out of the trashcan--especially corncobs and chicken bones. His late night trashcan excursions were a source of constant irritation. And they kept us (and him) on our feet and on our guard.

One night soon after I'd moved in, I was finishing up dinner by myself in front of the TV. It was, of course, fried chicken. As I ate, I could see Captain Kittens hovering just over the edge of the coffee table, sniffing the air like a little grey fox. This was normal. What happened next was not.

In a movement so fast I almost thought I'd imagined it, he swatted the chicken off the table, onto the floor, and into his mouth. And he was off.

Jerry's versoin of cat discipline was to invoke the Alpha Cat--that is we, as the Alpha Cats, were to chase the miscreant, hold him down on the floor, and scold him sharply. Seemed odd, but was surprisingly effective. So when Captain Kittens stole my chicken and ran, I jumped over the coffee table in full Alpha mode and ran after him.

The chase was both fast and furious. We raced through the dining room, through the kitchen, up the stairs to the second floor, in a circle around the bedroom, then back downstairs for repeat of the entire circuit.

I don't have any idea what goes through a cat's mind, but I had a feeling Captain Kittens was in no mood for the Alpha Cat treatment on our second trip up the stair when, instead of heading into the bedroom again, the cat stopped at the top of the stairs to face me.

This is when time slowed down, and I got a very bad feeling. I mean, nothing good can come of this, right? And when he launched himself into the air towards my face, that feeling was confirmed. I was sure he was going to latch onto my head, rip my face off, or do whatever a cornered and chicken-crazed cat does. At that point, I was buddhist calm. I was resigned to my fate.

But then he sailed past my shoulder, as if with wings, and landed without a sound at the foot of the stairs. And disappeared around the corner.

I took the hint.

I retired the Alpha Cat for the night and returned to the sofa. A few minutes later, Captain Kittens jumped onto my lap, slumped into a heap, and started purring.

Nice try, he seemed to say, No hard feelings.

Until next time.

Today, Jerry and I had to face reality and put Captain Kittens down, after a short, unpleasant battle with cancer.

He will be missed. But wherever he is now, I hope there are trashcans filled to the brim with chicken bones and not a single Alpha Cat in site.