Monday, September 25, 2006



This is Wylie. We don't call him Wylie. He has a wide array of affectionate names, including: Shitty Kitty, the Black Bastard., Most frequently we refer to him as Black Kitties.

He is a very sweet cat, but he is very strange. Abandoned on the side of the road when he was a tiny kitten, Boyfriend's sister the cop found him and Boyfriend took him home. He might sleep on your face, but he is very conversational, and actually gives you hugs when you pick him up. He and my cat Sebastian, are the best of buddies, and are frequently racing around the house wrestling and playing with each other.

I love black kitties, I really do. However, this morning, his strangeness crossed a new line. Boyfriend does not want me to feed our cats people food. Which I understand; we don't want cats jumping on the table while people are enjoying their meals, and we want to raise healthy cats. On rare occasion, I have given the kitties small pieces of chicken I have cooked, or in the past, Black Kitties has eaten something I have dropped on the floor, like raw potatoes. Black kitties doesn't really know what to do with the goodies I have given him. He'll bat the piece of chicken and walk away uninterested. The raw potato on the other hand- he gobbled that up and came looking for more.

This morning as I was preparing my morning coffee, I had left the coffee can on the counter with the lid off. Waiting for the coffee to brew, I called my mother. About 10 minutes into the conversation, I looked over to the counter and saw Black Kitties licking up tongueful after tongueful of Hazelnut coffee grounds. Despite my yelling, he didn't jump down off the counter, instead he kept licking. I had to walk to the counter and physically remove him. The kitties usually run around like crazy people from 9:30-11:30 AM. Then they nap on the couch until well into the afternoon. Black kitties has still not taken his nap yet, and it is after 7:30 PM. Sebastian hid somewhere in the house until well after 2:30, because black kitties had terrorized him so much.

Black Kitties, the java fiend. The funniest part is that this the picture i have posted with this blog- he is freaking exhausted.

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