Coffee in Bed, Cat in Bed

As time goes on, I turn to my bed for more and more– I eat and drink there with increasing relish and, because we are living in a studio apartment with frequent guests, often the bed turns into a couch for wasting-time and movie-watching purposes. Take those pillows! Prop them against the wall! You got yourself a couch! (Jono and I employed this method one hazy summer afternoon, after visiting taco happy hour when we came home, couched the bed, and fell asleep in front of the fan and “Murder, She Wrote”, curled up like separate puppies.)

And, of course, there is coffee in bed. It’s a clever way of letting myself pretend I am still sleeping. (Olive is not having coffee, but is actually sleeping. Whatever, Olive. You are not a graduate student.)

For the moment, there is a sleeping cat at my feet and a sleeping Roy on the other side of the partition. The morning light is grey, spare, gentle. The buildings in the distance, maybe Queens, maybe Brooklyn still, have windows that blink like barges. Farther away, there is a bearded gentleman biking, having left the refuge of my parents’ house at dawn. He will be here soon.

 

from ME 

This shows how Olive could have done better.

 

 

This beguiling creature from an NPR article called “Cat Falls 19 Floors, Lands Purrfectly“. No wonder this is my #1 news source.

 

from MY CAMERA COON

This. This. This.

 

 

from JUDITH

From a delightful Buzzfeed piece called Important Catnip PSAs. This one reminds me of a certain 3-legged bitey lady.

 

 

 

from ALEXA

Prattmate Alexa sends along this BBC piece entitled Feline Fun in Japan’s Cat Cafes. Seriously? Why have I not been to Japan??

Whisker by whisker, cats have begun to replace coffee as the top draw in cafés across Japan.

 

from JON KNEPP

I’m sure Jon wasn’t entirely happy that Curiosity Saved The Cat: Judge Blocks Execution of Feline but I’m glad he submitted this CBS article regardless.

 

 

 

So this poor kitty’s owner died and they were like, what should we do with her cat? I guess kill it. And then the judge was like, No. Another triumph of justice!

 

from E$

Christmas is coming…

via oldworldprimitives, on flickr.

 

 

Okay, now I’m just wasting time.

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About bearicaquinn

Smallish, smushy in the sad parts, certainly destined for cat-lady-dom. Enjoys boats, bikes, black coffee, pug faces, sourdough bread, the morning when you have slept long enough, beards, mountainsides, art, rooftops, etc. Will continue to live in things that are interestingly shaped. So octopus.
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