When you play the game of thrones you win or a cat sits on you
Yesterday morning. She was right in the middle of my four pillows, with her claws in the best one so I couldn’t move it. She’s sleeping in the living room this week.
As Marjorie mentioned last week, the Oregon Cats Classic was happening in town over the weekend. In an inspired attempt to claw the cat-lady-in-chief reins from Alison Hallett, I pointed and yelled something about Cheryl Strayed, and while she was distracted, I swiped her beat.
I wrote about attending a cat show for the Portland Mercury. Make clicks for cat pics.
You guys: MY CAT FROM HELL is casting!
It is the best show.
My cat is pretty amazing already but somebody I know has got to have a fucked-up cat! If you do, get on this shit!
Oscar and I are participating in the Doggie Dash, a gigantic dog walk to benefit the Oregon Humane Society. (This is the shelter that allows you to play with kitties in real time. So keep that in mind.) This is OHS’s biggest fundraiser of the year. Thousands and thousands of people and dogs get into it. It is actually kind of insane. And awesome!
We participated last year, and raised about $200. This year we’re hoping to get to $300!
Please visit our participant page, and if feasible, help out in whatever way you can. Anything you throw our way will help a wonderful shelter.
elinor & oscar
I am going to a screening of Sparkle tomorrow night so I want my notebook to look extra professional.