snoozin

sometimes oni is cute.

kill you eyes

can you spot it?

and by it, i mean me.

snoozin

caturday. but for eda.

eda sometimes has a hard time.


thxmas was an especially stressful trip for eda.

she doesn't understand kids.  at all.  i don't think she knows what they are.  and klay, who is a kid, 5 years old, specifically, loved eda.  he wanted to pet her and snuggle her and take her for walks.  he wanted to lay on the floor and hold her tail so when she moved she could pull him along too.

and to rub some salt in it, as they say, the floors were polished concrete, so no matter what, eda was sliding all over.

i think she's glad we're back in albuquerque, where she can harass oni.

oni being herself.

oni has discovered that she is a cat.  sort of.  she has figured out she can jump up on arley's saddle, which is acting as a "don't-run-your-face-into-this-hanging-light-fixture" piece of furniture.  she loves the saddle blanket.  i think she loves to roll around on it because it is so full of dirt, and she is trying to rebel about the fact that we won't let her outside.  

oni being herself.

oni inigo montoya

My name is Oni Inigo Montoya.  You didn't feed me.  Prepare to die.

cuteness

there has been a lot of cuteness going on this past week.  i guess i'll give you a little more to finish it out.

oni and i are officially done with school!  not officially graduated until the 21st/24th, but who cares!  she has been a horrible study buddy for the record.

creep

you know how you sometimes feel like you should check behind the shower curtain?

oni the lazy.

oni loves all the window sills in ruthie's house.  

 she also loves her lazy rhinoceros friend.

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oni's demanding face.  if she stares long enough at what she wants to move, it will move.  

26.

this is one of the ways oni loves to spend her time.  stretched out in the weirdest way possible and staring.  i was doing homework and she just stared at me.  with her laser beam eyeballs.  maybe she thinks she looks innocent if she stretches weirdly...

13.

somehow, oni got on the top shelf in my closet (i think she's half ninja).  when i came in she couldn't remember how to get down.  but when i reached up to get her and help her down, she just attacked me and wanted to play.

if my video thing works, then maybe you will see oni being a weirdo, trying to get down.  you will also see that it may or may not have been "laundry day"....

11.

this is my most common view of oni.  constantly hunting, constantly avoiding me and my unwanted snuggles.

if she had it her way, the door to the deck-patio would be forever open so she could come and go any time it struck her fancy.  she's kind of dog-like like that.

sisters are mostly good at helping you

my sissy sometimes helps me with important things, like bloggie technique.

me:  since i'm supposed to be studying, blog inspiration struck
pj:  naturally.  i saw today's.
me:  you did?! so what do you think?  should i be more dreamy?  dreamier?  more dreamier?
pj:  i like what you do.  it's very you.  strangely cat lady.  particularly when you talk about major grammatical mistakes, when you never capitalize anything.
me:  huh.  so, keep it light on the feelers?
pj:  maybe you can talk about how you feel about major league baseball.  or carnations.
me:  hahahaha
pj:  you don't have to tell the world all your innermost secrets.  some people do because they're natural sharers.
me:  i see....

thus, a major self discovery has been made!  i am not a 'natural sharer.'  i am mysterious and interesting.  and cat lady-ish....

and not even a normal cat lady.  but one with a crazy, chemically imbalanced (or something) cat...!

according to oni

when we got home, i sang this song to oni, but i changed the words to "the long drive is over."  she wasn't impressed.
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oni was not impressed by our trip.  ok, maybe that's a slight lie.  she was impressed with poking her claws ever so slightly into mikah's neck on the way there, and give mikah the creepy crawlies.  she was impressed with putting her paws over the back of mikah's seat so mikah couldn't sit back.  on the way back to texas, she was impressed with her clawing-the-seats skills.
other than that, not impressed.

the trip according to oni:

"ihateyouihateyouihateyou!"  this filled up about half the trip

finally sleeping

catching some rays while crying

attack!

hiding in the depths somewhere

another good chunk of the trip was filled with scheming

"kill you" eyes

a little bit of head bobbing

and a little bit of checking for tailers

oni loves working in the kitchen

arley was a little concerned about oni when he came to visit.  she was a little shy.  that, or she had to spend more time under the bed planning two people's demise(s) (?) instead of one.
he thought she "had changed" and wasn't her spunky, sassy, kill-you self.

here is how i know she has not, in fact, "changed":

this is oni's favorite box.  and the kitchen is her favorite place to play in her favorite box.  so she can swipe me with her sharp sharp claws when i am cooking (rare) or doing dishes (even rarer).

she has a habit of looking guilty.  or like she's ready to kill.

bedtime. aka destroy claire's attempts to have a pretty house

this is oni's favorite place to sing.  or something.  but only right after i make the bed (also rare).

see her footsteps?  i am pretty sure she hopped on about 30 seconds after i finished making the bed...

my bundle of joy

i guess it can be caturday, since oni is the most lively person around this place (and she sleeps more than i do...)

the other day i was reading on my couch (i know!!) and i heard oni scrabbling around by the door.  i looked over, and she was shoulder deep in my running shoe, which i had used about an hour or two before...  i kept watching and she just kept rolling around with her head in my shoe.  and then she realized i was watching and ran under the bed.

yesterday i was talking to arley on skype, and i thought it would be a good idea to catch oni and show her to him.  so i was holding her and talking to him for a second, and she started wiggling around, trying to escape.  and suddenly her claw was in. my. neck.  in it.  i could feel its claw-ness under my skin.  and when she would try to escape she would literally pull my skin out from my neck (arley saw it).  i didn't know what to do.  my neck skin was flashing before my eyes.  soon it was going to be ripped open when she finally managed to escape.  and suddenly her claw was not in my neck any more and oni was back under the bed, pouting, or planning my demise, or whatever she does under there.  i had to leave skype to get ahold of myself, and realize that i didn't need to cry for my ripped open neck since it wasn't ripped open afterall...

she's such a bundle of joy.

and she will kill you.  as soon as she gets out of her shopping bag...

the new and, well not improved because it's just new, CATURDAY!

how in the world is it possible to keep a blog up and running when all you do is go to school and take pictures of your cat?  no one cares about your cat, only you do.

although, come to think of it, if i care about my cat, that means everyone else does too.  i'm from the "me generation," and what i say goes.  successfully.

so to take an idea from this very strange, and slightly hilarious man:  CATURDAY!!!

oni being especially judgmental as i did crunchers