Amelie needed a change of scenery, so she made the risky move from the top of my right speaker to my left shoulder and set up basecamp for 30 minutes. I sometimes wish there was a /var/log/weird_cat.log for cats.

We understand why it’s called fighting like cats and dogs.

Another stupid iPhone photos post.

Tasteful interior at puppy classes.

Amelie usually stands on my shoulders, but today she got comfortable, and freakish-eyed about why she could see her reflection in 2 places, I guess.

I don’t know if this is a cat thing, but she likes to hide behind things, but wonders where her tail has come from. Attacks usually ensue.

We want another cat. Amelie is basically petrified of everything, so we figure we can introduce her to our friends’ cats to get her used to it. Tonight, we had our first ever cat party. It was pretty tense at the start, but Monty, Zuma and Amelie were very well-behaved. Zuma was mostly indifferent.

Amelie was behaving quite oddly. She’d run to Monty, squeak, then hiss at him. Monty seemed unperturbed. Amelie appeared to enjoy showing her new friends around when she calmed down a bit.

Who, me? Yes you. Couldn’t be. Then, who?

Today, I discovered that I would heartily welcome a camera with better ISO-handling. I’m starting to think about switching up my shopping list order from 14-24, D700 to D700, 14-24. First, I need to buy a house.

Today, she also spent some time trying to get comfy enough to sleep on mortgage paperwork.

I took a few potentially really nice photos around the hospital, but the noise totally ruined what I was going for. This was the only one with enough ambient light to drown it out.

She’s been sleeping in some weird-ass positions recently!

Well, actually a daddy-long-legs. She’s so hilarious with things at the window.

I hate when she sits on the Airport Extreme, but I guess a cat’s got to have a warm ass.

Flies love to torment Amelie by sitting on the window ledge. She goes absolutely mad for them; it’s hilarious.