Um, the quarterly Russ. And the story of our lost mousie.

Hey, Russter here.

Yeah, so my life is pretty complicated and full and busy and such. The truth of the matter is that I just don't have time for The DAILY Russ. I have dust bunnies to chase, naps to take, holes to dig in the backyard, little brother cats to boss around, and treats to beg for. And I have to admit that even though I'm really awesome, I need Mom's help to pull this off. I don't know how to work the 'puter. I need her to do the transcribing and technical bits for me (plus, I'm above that sort of menial work).

Problem is, Dad got Mom a new computer, and she's a doofus and still hasn't figured out how to get her pictures over to the new computer. So uploading brilliant photos of Russky is difficult. But I've talked with her, and she's trying to get her kittens in a row.

(If I complain enough, she just might start narrating this blog for herself and cut me out completely. She keeps saying things like "diva" and "sassy pants" and "quit yer fussin'" lately, so I think I'm treading on thin ice.)

In the meantime, I make no promises regarding the dailiness of this website. You'll get Russ when you get him, and you quit yer fussin'!

On to the story of the lost mousie... My girlfriend, Jess, brought us cats a yummy little mousie from the pet store. Catnip inside, furry little body, the works. Charlie and I wrassled with it a lot and flung it around and generally got into a heap of trouble with it.

Then one night, Mom was in the living room knitting (that's all she ever does these days), and she turned toward the kitchen to see me do a really awesome mousie flip. That thing nearly hit the ceiling, and I got lots of "Wowsers, Russ!" and "What an amazing boy!" I like that kind of talk. So I did some high stepping and a lot of booty shaking to show that I was fully aware of my ever-increasing rad factor.

Mom left for a while after that. And when she came home, Charlie and I kept crying cuz we couldn't find our new mousie. She's a little thick but finally caught on that all our ruckus was about our mouse.

She looked and looked... Where was Mr. Mousie?

Wedged on a bottle of two-buck Chuck on Dad's fancy wine racks. My totally killer mousie fling had landed the little guy right there. I told you I'm awesome. Believe me now?

Later, dudes.
Russaroni

What a Week

I can tell you right now that us cats (Meg excluded) do not like it when the mom person is gone. Don't get me wrong. Dad is awesome. I mean, we got to eat probably three bags of Greenies while she was gone, and I only had to spend one night out in the cold cold February cold (Dad says I asked to be out, but what cat would want to be out in the snow for hours?).

Still. We (again, Meg excluded) were glad when Mom came home. She kinda keeps the routine going here, you know?

And now The Daily Russ is back with a vengeance. Watch out, suckers.

Russell

PS: Probably more like "The Weekdaily Russ." Just fyi.

How do you spell "hanta virus"?

Better look it up just to be safe. I've dragged of lot of mousies (dead and alive) into the house over the years. Probably best to know all the info. They seemed clean and healthy. But you never know.

Mumma is leaving town on Friday. Us catties are a little nervous-slash-excited. Nervous...cuz Dad is in charge of feeding, box cleaning, and um-ee-ums. (This will be a change of routine for him.) Excited...cuz there will be lots of snuggies, lots of boy stuff (like scratching, underwear-only, and chips), and lots of um-ee-ums. Should work in our favor. We're still gonna miss the momster though!

Russ

I guess we should call this "The Week-Daily Russ"

My posting wench apparently forgot about her duties over the weekend. She had the nerve to go snowshoeing on Saturday (which, between you and me? she's totally not cut out for) and then have people over for the Superbowl on Sunday. My weekend was ruined! No posts, very few snuggies, and I spent six hours in the master closet on Sunday hiding from the masses (I'm very personable, but hootin' and hollerin' send me straight to my happy place).

And then? She had to finish editing a book. So she worked all day and all night and all day again... And now she's done. So here I am. Posting for you all. Finally.

I've been trying to get her attention for two days straight. Hul-lO. People are waiting to hear from me.

She finally stopped working at six tonight. I'm hoping we'll be back on track. I take my schedule very seriously.

Russ
p.s. Someday I'll tell you about the baby curled up on that coat.

This is ridiculous. Seriously.

Christmas 2007

All I got was jerky, Turkish Delight, and other crappy English chocolates. Don't they know anything about me at all?

Catnip. Warm, wiggly mouses. Greenies.

These gifts were no good. And I had to keep playing with this stupid ribbon.

Who am I kidding? I loved every minute!

Sometimes I help my mom with her work

She works on books. And reads some blogs. And drinks tea. I keep this bed warm. And occasionally sit on her lap. But it never lasts for long because I'm big and she's small, and she always says her legs get tired. Weakling.