upside-down

The other day, my brother Buckley was chewing on some tape that he had specifically been told not to chew. I lay in the corner and watched as he chewed and chewed on the tape, which was attached to the side of a box. Chew chew. Rustle. My brother Buckley was so engrossed in his tape-chewing that he ignored the fact that Uncle Bryan was right there watching him. Watching him chew the tape he was not supposed to chew. Chew chew chew.

Uncle Bryan got very angry. "BUCKLEY NO! NO! BUCKLEY! BAD CAT! I TOLD YOU NOT TO CHEW THE TAPE!" Ha ha. Buckley looked very startled when Uncle Bryan grabbed him and held him in the air, high over the tape and the box. I was watching this, from my corner, silently. I watched as Uncle Bryan held Buckley upside down over the box as punishment. My brother Buckley is not necessarily keen enough to realize that being held upside down is a punishment; he got this dopey look on his face like a new game was being played, and part of the new game was Hang Upside Down Over a Box for a Minute.

Finally Uncle Bryan put Buckley back down. Buckley came over to me in my corner and we both licked our paws for a little while, and I decided to take the high road and not say anything disparaging to my brother, but then an hour later do you know what he did? He chewed the tape again. Chew chew chew rustle rustle. The tape he was told not to chew.

I have pretty much lost all respect for you, Buckley.

#1

A thing I like the most is when the tub is wet with water. I do not know why, but that is the #1 best tasting water I have ever tasted. It is so exciting when the people go in the tub, because I know that they will leave plenty of water behind for me.

It is #1 the best and most awesome.

howl

Ah the howl. It comes from inside me. I howl aloud, I howl silently. What is the difference? I howl. Now, today, last night, I howled, alone, because the Place is gone. The place where I Hide. It is open now. Exposed. I cannot be exposed. I am left with no place to go, except this floral-patterned couch, where I howl.

And now, from the floor, again, I howl. Do you hear? Do you hear me howling?

DAMMIT BUCKLEY, STOP CHEWING ON MY EARS. I MEAN IT.

THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT

When I said I wanted attention I did not mean that I wanted you to put the silver flash-box in front of my face. NO. FLASH FLASH FLASH. Look! I will put my face on your flash-box. Ha ha ha. Hello flash-box. I will run straight into the flash-box with my forehead. That is funny, because you yell. I will put my paws on the flash-box. You are looking at me through the flash-box, which means there is an object between me and your affection, and I AM THE OBJECT OF AFFECTION. COME HERE. NO FLASH-BOX. I will put my mouth and my whiskers on your flash-box and I will chew on the string hanging from the flash-box. HA HA HA THAT WORKED. Look at me. I am rolling! ROLLING! Do not flash-box while I am rolling. YOU TOUCH ME WHILE I AM ROLLING. THIS IS HOW IT WORKS.

MILO, I SEE YOU BEHIND THAT BOX, I AM GOING TO CHEW ON YOUR EARS.

NO FLASH-BOX. RUB MY BELLY. LOOK AT ME.

THAT'S RIGHT.

PAY ATTENTION TO ME

PAY ATTENTION TO ME. PAY ATTENTION TO ME. PAY ATTENTION TO ME. PAY ATTENTION TO ME. PAY ATTENTION TO ME. PAY ATTENTION TO ME. PAY ATTENTION TO ME. PAY ATTENTION TO ME. PAY ATTENTION TO ME. PAY ATTENTION TO ME. PAY ATTENTION TO ME. NO ONE IS PAYING ATTENTION TO ME. PAY ATTENTION TO ME. PAY ATTENTION TO ME. PAY ATTENTION TO ME. PAY ATTENTION TO ME. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE. WAKE UP. PAY ATTENTION TO ME. PAY ATTENTION TO ME. PAY ATTENTION TO ME. PAY ATTENTION TO ME. PAY ATTENTION TO ME.

people, beer

I have heard the people talking about me and wondering what I would be like if I were a person. Which I think is stupid, because Milo and I do not sit around and wonder what the people would be like if they were cats. Honestly, we don't care. But the people think it is funny to talk about cats being people. All I know is, if I were a person a) I would eat all the tuna I wanted and I would open the cans myself, and b) I think I would drink beer, I think I would like that.

sleeping

Sometimes, when I am sleeping, if it is a very deep and dark sleep, I dream things: like: that I am running, down long hallways without end, through half-open doors, around corners. I gather speed. I build momentum. Am I chasing? Or being chased? I do not know. I see shadows. I see things that appear and disappear. I run. I can feel my paws, running, I feel the air and my speed. I seem to be going somewhere, toward something or away from something, I do not know. When I open my eyes I can only remember the sensation of moving, very fast, my breath coming fast, my heart beating fast. Sometimes I open my eyes and my paws are still moving. Sometimes when I awake I am still afraid, of what I do not know.

well

I was going to say something about how impolite you are, making the first post without even telling me, but that's all right. I have other things to do right now. Important things. And I suppose you are lying in a corner somewhere, licking your leg, without a care in the world. I have a feeling this joint blog project is going to bring out the worst in you, Buckley. You always hog the spotlight. Not to mention the catnip mouse.

First post: adventures

Good evening. We are Buckley and Milo. Welcome to our blog. It will be about our adventures. Tonight my primary adventure was eating a bug. It was crawling on the floor and then I ate it and it was delicious.

There will be more. We have many things to say.

Thank you.