Catching Up

Oh, hai. Remember us?

I know it’s been a while since we’ve blogged.

NaBloPoMo was fun, but it seems we needed a bit of a holiday.

As you can imagine, we engaged in our usual antics, post blogfest.









We even came up with some new ones.



Apparently little c does not like to go to the vet.

Biting. (Apparently little c does not like to go to the vet.)

Sink Drying

Sink Drying

Wine Tasting

Wine Tasting

We’ve also been busy shedding.


A lot.

A lot.

And c™ decided to try his paws at yoga.

Yoga Cat

c™ Teaching His First Restorative Class

When mom's upside down, c™ likes to pull her hair to let her know it's not safe.

Mom participated.

I did, too.

I did, too.

Oh, and I probably should tell you about Dinkmas.


For those of you unfamiliar with Dinkmas, our cousins Emily and Dink started this holiday.

Dinkmas Founders, Dink and Emily

Dinkmas Founders & Sofa Guardians, Dink and Emily

On Dinkmas, you get lots of cool stuff.

Cool Stuff

Cool Stuff

You can even play with it.

We did.

We did.

I also had a birthday while we were on holiday.

My birthday's on Valentine's Day. Cool, huh?

My birthday’s on Valentine’s Day. Cool, huh?

And of course, Feaster is fast approaching. In case you’re unfamiliar with Feaster, it’s a super holiday. You can pretty much eat whatever you want all day long. Our cousins founded that holiday, too.

Our cousins queuing up for Feaster 2014

Emily and Dink Queuing up for Feaster 2015

Our cousin and Feaster Co-founder Emily Knight states, “It’s best to pace yourself at Feaster. Otherwise, you’ll end up like my cousin J.D. who lost most of his Feaster meal last year.”

I’ve been practicing for this year’s Feasterfest. Today, I made this.

Selfie Abstract

Selfie Abstract

But it was not without a cost, because this was c™’s bowl, and I ate most of his deworming meds while Mom wasn’t looking. And then I deposited them back on the carpet. Three times.

In case you need a visual, it looked sort of like this, but not as cute.

Suffice it to say, I had to refuel soon after.

Fueling Station

Fueling Station

While I was refueling, c™ helped mom finish her taxes.


Tax prep is hard work, so we had to nap afterward.

Tax Crash 2015

Tax Crash 2015

Well, as much as I’ve enjoyed catching up, I’d like to get in some more Feaster 2015 practice while I still can, so I should probably sign off.

Until next time, peeps.


A Very Merry Gaiman Capote to You

Oh, hai. I hope you all are enjoying the holidays. I’m stoked, because we get two weekends this week. Mom had yesterday and today off, so we got to get some good snuggles in. And yesterday, little c™ helped mom unload the Christmas groceries, in hopes there was tuna to be had.


There was!


We also listened to Neil Gaiman read A Christmas Carol yesterday. Well, I listened to part of it. Little c™ kept hissing at Scrooge, so mom had to listen to the rest of the broadcast on her headphones.

In case you’d like to listen to the entire NYPL broadcast, here’s the link. Just don’t play it when c™ is around, or the hisses will overpower the reading.

We all listened to Truman Capote’s A Christmas Memory this morning. As you may recall, c™ and I are big fans of Uncle Truman, so it was a real treat to listen to him read this holiday classic. I fell asleep purring on mom’s chest, while c™ dozed off on his leopard print binky.


In case you want to listen to Capote read his holiday story, we’re sharing the link, which, I’m happy to report, is safe to play when c™ is around.

As you can imagine, we were excited about Santa’s arrival this week. Little c™ made a self-portrait, so Santa could find him easier.


I’m the one with the moustache.

And I made a pic of Santa, so he would know I was thinking of him.


Bring treats.

I’m happy to report our efforts paid off. We got some cool toys and yummy eats this year.

He even left a Christmas flower on the window sill for mom.


And Mama J™ says we shouldn’t close without giving our thanks to the baby Cheez-its, the real reason behind this whole 2-weekend week.


We love you baby Cheez-its.



Something Had to Be Done

Good morning!


Emergency Guest Blogger, Molly Peterson

I suppose you’re wondering why I’m here today. Well, I’m stepping in for my cousins, because it’s been over a week since those boys have posted anything.

When mama told me she wasn’t sure if they’d blog again this week, I decided to take matters into my own paws.

Something had to be done.

Something had to be done.

I honestly don’t understand their work ethic. It’s a small miracle they got through NaBloPoMo.

Meanwhile, mama and I have been working hard to get our Christmas quilts finished.




We have six more to go!

In addition to our Christmas projects, I’ve been helping out with our usual chores around the house.

Folding Laundry

Folding Laundry

Unloading Groceries

Unloading Groceries

I suppose you’re wondering what those boys have been up to. Well, I can answer that.

Sun Puddlin'

Sun Puddling





I guess I’ll just never understand my cousins. Sun puddlin’ and gossiping when there’s heaps to be done.

Well, I’m posting this for you on their behalf. Hopefully, those boys will be inspired to share something next week.

If not, rest assured, I’ll give them a good talkin’ to.

You’re welcome.


How to Get Fed in 10 Easy Steps

Oh, hai. I hope you’ve been having a good weekend.

Mine’s been great. In fact, little c™ and I trained mom to feed us by vibing her with thoughts of starvation and despair.

As you know, established feeding schedules are sacred, and we at Art My Cat Makes respect your right to be fed on time.

In case your mom decides to sleep in next Caturday or the Caturday after that, try this fail-safe method.

1. Set your intention.

She should have fed us like an hour ago.

She should have fed us like an hour ago.

2. In a language she will understand.

If you don't feed me soon, I'll be forced to initiate Operation Formula 1, using on your head.

If you don’t feed us soon, we’ll pretty much trash the place.



3. Call in reinforcements.

Yo, c™.

4. Plead your case.

The rest of the world is up.

The rest of the world is up.

5. Close in.

Does it make you nervous when I jeer?

6. Lay on the guilt.

If you don't feed us soon, our organs will start feeding on themselves.

Poor c™. He can barely hold his head up on account of his hunger.

7. Point to the noms.

While we're still young.

8. Give thanks.

i love you noms.

i love you noms.

9. Make something cute with your food, so your mom won’t think you’re evil.



9b. Test new waters.

(An optional add-on, if you forget to make something cute with your food.)

(An optional diversion, in case you forget to make something cute with your food.)

And if your mom fails to adhere to your schedule in the future,

10. Begin anew.

You're welcome.

You’re welcome.




It Takes a Village

Oh, hai. Can you believe it’s been 30 days already? Little c™ and I have enjoyed NaBloPoMo this year.

We’ve shared our penchant for Formula 1 racing, tuna, good stories, and binkies. Little c™ learned about our magic closet and how to construct a decent knock knock joke. We also learned to embrace our differences and to honor who we each are in the process while listening to good music and swapping stories with friends.

All in all a really great month.

Today’s writing prompt reads, “What’s the longest stretch you’ve ever pulled off of posting daily to your blog? What did you learn about blogging through that achievement, and what made you break the streak?”

I think 30 consecutive days is the longest I’ve blogged. Mom says she blogged every day for an entire year once and that it was simultaneously challenging and rewarding. She says once or twice a week is probably good for us, though, and I’d have to agree. It’s nice to have some days off in between. But what we learned during this month is that blogging can be a communal experience. It doesn’t have to be just one person, or cat, sharing their thoughts. We’ve enjoyed working with all of our guest bloggers this month and even meeting some new bloggers along the way.

We hope you’ve enjoyed our 30-day blog fest. We’re going to sign off now. In gratitude for all of you. It takes a village to blog, and we’re proud to be part of yours.

Until next time…

Your honored hosts.

Your devoted hosts, J.D. and little c™


they’d better bring tuna.

oh, hi. it’s me again, little c™. j.d. said i could guest blog tonight, since he’s wanting to nap.

we’ve had a really good day. earlier we went out on the catio.

Kitty grass is the bomb.

kitty grass is the bomb.

and later, my big bro lent a sympathetic ear when i shared a few concerns with him.

i think we're out of catnip.

i think we’re out of catnip and tuna.

i asked mom about today’s writing prompt. it says, “You were caught in an avalanche. To be rescued, you need to make it through the night. What thought(s) would give you the strength to go through such a scary, dangerous situation?”

i hope i’m never caught in an avalanche. but if that happened to me, i’d think about j.d. and all of our binky fest 2014 practice sessions. i think that would keep me warm until the rescue team came.


but they’d better bring tuna…

and binkies

…and binkies.



The heart wants what it wants.

Oh, hai. Guess what?

When we logged in today, we noticed we were nominated for the Lovely Blog Award.

Little c™ and I have never won anything before, so we’re pretty stoked about it.

In case you were wondering, it’s a real award, because Vintage Guinea gave it to us.

This is what it looks like. Pretty cool, huh?

This is what it looks like. Pretty cool, huh?

We love her blog. She writes about guinea pigs and tea biscuits and books and sometimes William Blake the fish.

So we wanted to take this moment to thank her for nominating us for this awesome award.

We also wanted to share today’s writing prompt with you. It says, “Today, publish a post based on unused material from a previous piece – a paragraph you nixed, a link you didn’t include, a photo you decided not to use. Let your leftovers shine!”

I consulted with little c™, and we decided to share this pic with you, since it’s asking for leftovers.

This is the free-range, antibiotic-free, organic chicken that nobody ate.

This is the free-range, antibiotic-free, organic chicken that nobody ate.

And these are our dinner plates, licked clean, because tuna’s meant to be eaten.

The heart wants what it wants.

The heart wants what it wants.