Sometimes she gets this hostile, veiled look that gives me the creeps. Here’s a good example.

Though in this picture, it might be because I gave her a rosary to play with, and then tried to get her attention.

In other news, I tried a new brand of cat food. She didn’t like it. Surprise. 6 years ago

It snuck under the couch. Now to reattach it … 6 years ago

So my Sasha is notoriously picky, and the search goes on for a food she likes. Or will tolerate, and not act like I just put feces in her bowl. NOT that I spoil her. I just hate … that … look.

So, a friend gave me a can of gourmet cat food her super-pampered cats didn’t like. This stuff is, like, twice as spendy as regular cat food. I gave her the can and crossed my fingers. She licked the food for a full minute. I was starting to celebrate when she stopped, and gave me That Look. Then she walked away.

So then I went to see what was in this quality cat food, and my god, these folks are making people into cat food! Sure, it says “chicken thighs” (nudge nudge, wink wink), but it says “Hand packed in a human food facility”! They’re making cat food out of human hands!

They say, “You need two things: Table food quality ingredients and a human food processing plant to prepare them.”

Sick! These people are sick! FROMM CAT FOOD IS PEEEOOOPLLLEEE!

^{Note to Fromm Family: I jest. Yes, yes, I know this is how urban legends start. Please don’t sue me.}6 years ago

Sasha ran across the keyboard, hooking her claw under the “R” key and taking it along as a souvenir. I can’t figure out how to get it back on.

It still works, but I’m worried even MORE cat hair is going to get under the keys. Bleh. 6 years ago

is licking the bottom of my foot. I can’t imagine licking someone’s feet. But then, I can’t imagine licking my butt either. (I haven’t seen her lick her butt today, but I think I’ll wash my foot anyway.)

She likes to lick me. She used to do it a lot before I got Cleo. When Cleo was here, she groomed Cleo. Now she’s back to grooming me. 6 years ago

It turns out she knocked a box down in front of the closet door that leads to her cat box. She’s very, very good about using the litter box, so it was probably stressing her out that she couldn’t use it. After I fixed it, she was happy. Good kitty!

Probably it would have made more sense if she’d kept leading me to the closet instead of the food bowl, though. Not the brightest, my Sasha. {grin} 6 years ago

Sasha is complaining about her food again. It’s a brand she’s liked okay in the past, but she’s ignoring it and meowing piteously as if I’m starving her.

She’s not enthusiastic about ANY food I’ve tried – wet or dry, cheap or spendy – but she eats a ton when I’m not around, and she’s a little tub-a-lub, so even when she scratches next to the bowl as if there’s poop in there, I’m not worried. But, cat-child, what is wrong with every single brand of cat food?

And she won’t even touch plain cooked chicken or steak, either. I think she just likes to complain. 6 years ago

I’d tucked the bag away beneath the couch. The next morning I woke up and the bag was in the middle of the floor, empty. And there was cat puke all over my laptop bag.

Cat mamas, don’t let your kitties grow up to abuse catnip. 6 years ago

Just gave Sasha some catnip. She loves the stuff.

Actually, this might not count for being a better cat mama. 6 years ago

Sasha likes to nuzzle the cable modem, which makes it go offline, often when I’m in the middle of typing something. I often yell at her, then feel horrible. I need to stop yelling at her. 6 years ago

This is fur I brushed off Sasha’s back. As many times as I brushed, I got a brushful of fur. I brushed her for twenty minutes before she took off. I didn’t even do her belly – this is just from her back!

I started to worry, thinking, I am going to brush all the damned fur off this cat. How can she have so much loose fur? She has a very thick coat, but man, I did not know how much fur was lurking under there.

She’s lying on my lap and purring now, so I guess it didn’t bother her too much. She’s very soft and sleek.

Last week I got her some spendy food, catnip mice, a cardboard scratcher (with more catnip), cat wipes (to get rid of even more dander). So I think I’m doing better in the cat mama department.

I feel bad about leaving her alone on weekends, though, so now that I have the dander under control, I think I’ll spend next weekend here, and see how bad B.’s allergies are. 6 years ago

These are my cats. Cleo is the black one, Sasha is the brindle-calico-tabby.

I took Cleo to live with her grandparents because I was spending all my weekends at my boyfriend’s, because he’s very allergic and she won’t be shut out of the bedroom at night. Hurls herself at the door. If I let her in, she walks across his head all night. Plus she pukes a lot. And pees outside the litterbox for no apparent reason. And, she and Sasha fight a lot. I think Sasha bullies her when I’m not around.

So, like the bad cat mama I am, I dropped her off with my parents. It’s actually turned out well – she’s thrilled, my parents love her, Sasha’s glad to have my undivided attention, I’m glad there’s no more peeing, etc. But even though it’s better for everyone and everyone’s happy, I still feel like I abandoned my kid to foster care. Leftover issues from being a ex-social worker and ex-divorce attorney, I guess.

So. I vowed to make it up to Sasha. But did I? No. Her fur got matted in several places. I cut out the mats, but still didn’t buy a brush. I still spent most of my weekends at my boyfriend’s. And I let the litterbox get stinky.

But, I finally turned over a new leaf. 6 years ago