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™


Oil, Meet Water

Oh, hai. Hope your week is going well so far.

When we got up this morning, it was about 40 degrees out. I went on the patio, but Little c­™ stayed inside with mom while I enjoyed my kitty grass. I didn’t stay out too long, though. It wasn’t the cold weather that bothered me. As you know, I have a nice thick coat. It was more the wind. Just like rain and thunder, wind spooks me some.

It's OK. Mom was close by.

It’s OK. Mom was close by.

While I was having my kitty grass, Little c™ took a bath on the comfort of our leopard throw.


And mom was stoked, because her new used book came. She geeks out on language and was curious about how this title was structured, so she ordered a copy on Amazon.


And for those of you who are following our writing prompts, today’s reads, “Of the people who are close to you, who is the person most unlike you? What makes it possible for you to get along?”

That’s easy. Little c™ and I are like polar opposites. He likes table food, I like cat food. He hisses at the vacuum cleaner. I hide from it. He hates The Vampire Diaries. I love the show, but I have to agree with mom. The Originals is way better than The Vampire Diaries ever was.

So how do we all get along? Easy. We accept each other’s quirks. While c™ is hissing at the vacuum, I’m resting safely in the linen closet. When we’re watching soapy teen dramas, c™ keeps me company while he sleeps.

Mom took this last night while we were watching the Season 5 finale. We're squinting, because it was dark and mom had to use flash.

Mom took this last night while we were watching The Vampire Diaries‘ Season 5 finale. We’re squinting, because it was dark and mom had to use flash.

Otherwise you'd just see splashes of white and wonder why we were posting pix like this.

Otherwise, you’d just see splashes of white and miss out on how cute we look snuggling.

And while mom’s geeking out on language, Little c™ and I are having Formula 1 races and making cool stuff for you.

Like this:

Clifford Barking

Clifford Barking

And this:

Disco Ghosts

Disco Ghosts

You’re welcome.


Cat and Mouse

Oh, hai. Have you been having a good Caturday? Little c™ and I were chillin’ this morning, you know, in the usual Caturday position.

Kickin' it with Little C

Kickin’ it with c™

So mom suggested we play cat and mouse to avoid too much Formula 1 tonight.

Little c™ took the lead and began to frolic with his new friend.


My Mousie

My Precious

He even tried hiding from the mouse.


Which made me want to get in on the action.

Stalker Cat

Stalker Cat

Little c ™ thought I was on to something and followed me to the window with his mouse. He was about to pounce when…

Wait? Should I hide first?

Wait? Was that a bird?

…he got distracted.

So I grabbed the mouse from him and ran. But soon Little c™ turned into a flying cat. I didn’t know he had this super power.

Flying Cat

Pretty cool, right?

And that’s how we spent our Caturday morning. Afterward, I asked mom about today’s writing prompt. It reads, “A restaurant that removed your favorite item from the menu, a bad cover of a great song… Write a post about something that should’ve been left untouched, but wasn’t. Why was the original better?”

I wish Stefan and Elena hadn’t broken up on The Vampire Diaries. Mom tells me they did that to increase the show’s dramatic tension for another season, but I think they’ll probably get back together, because Damon as a noble vampire just doesn’t quite work.

Vampire Diaries with Mom

I don’t think c™ cares if Stefan and Elena get back together. Last night he fell asleep when Elena found out she was infected with the werewolf/vampire killer virus. I know this, because he was snoring while Elena was crying on the phone with Damon.

Well, mom says I need to sign off. She let me borrow her computer to blog, but she has to get back to work now.

‘Til next time peeps.


Life Is a Highway: Or Why It’s Sometimes Hard to Sleep During NaBloPoMo

Oh, hai. I hope you’re having a good Wednesday.

We’ve all been a little sleepy today.

Last night, Little C and I were running about. We had a pretty good romp until mom came out to check on us.

We assumed the snuggle buddy position, so she would think we were just chillin’.

Snuggle Buddies

What noise?

Somehow she didn’t buy it. Mom told us it was time for bed and that we needed to settle down. I told her we were too excited about NaBloPoMo to sleep.

So mom said she’d let me peek at today’s writing prompt, if Carl and I promised to let her sleep.

I figured that was a pretty fair trade, so I conceded.

Here’s the prompt, “You’re asked to recite a poem (or song lyrics) from memory — what’s the first one that comes to mind? Does it have a special meaning, or is there another reason it has stayed, intact, in your mind?”

That was easy. Little C and I had this tune in our heads all night when we were playing Formula 1. If mom had known, she probably would not have shared the writing prompt with us, because we were singing it into the wee hours while running amok.

Mom says she had to break into the exciting band-aids this afternoon. Somehow she cut her thumb while getting the mail or taking a walk.

Don't ask.

We’re just not sure. Either way, it’s pretty embarrassing.

And because Carl and I were so busy playing Formula 1 last night, we didn’t have time to make anything today, on account of all the naps we had to take. So we’re sharing some artwork from last night’s guest blogger, Liki. When she heard mom was working on a Disney proposal this week, she wanted to make something to lend her support.

Mickey Mouse

Mickey Mouse Playing the Trumpet While Celebrating NaBloPoMo with His Tiny Animal Friends