My favorite Pusheen is Fancy Pusheen. My cat dad has a shirt with fancy Pusheen and her monocle and sometimes he wears it. When he holds me in his arms while wearing this shirt, I imagine myself sitting beside the famous Pusheen.
I think Pusheen should now feature in an epic adventure story where she rescues a sacred cat artifact or the internet. Authors Claire Belton and Andrew Duff have a hardworking author cat, who is also an author herself. Pusheen is definitely a reminder to the world that behind every good book or internet meme is a cat.
I look forward to more comics and GIFS and Pusheen in my life going forward.
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Like me, you may find yourself with a shaved belly, the result of an ultrasound, and your perfect coat is not growing back as fast as you like. This time of year, I am also shedding my winter coat, I keep thinking, “Why coat don’t you just migrate back down to my belly and restore the fur I am due?” Alas, I must persevere.
So I pick up a book, but my nerves are all over the place. My focus requires more focus, which I cannot give in the face of an overactive little brother. He always needs attention. He pops out of nowhere, using his teleportation skills unwisely. He has no manners, nor training. I am expected to bestow this on him, but I have not had the wisdom needed lately. Thankfully one of the other cats, my eldest younger brother, does and so has taken the young cat under his paw. Sometimes quite literally pinning the demon…I mean rascal down in ‘play’.
I have persevered in achieving my naps, the only thing that seems to be working out for me. And I needed to put my job as author cat aside the other day and just spend an hour on my author’s lap wrapped in affection and love. Self-care is most important.
But the message to you, dear author pets is to persevere in the face of uncertainty because one day, that coat will grow back, that brother will grow up (please Bast please), and your author will write that next book.
]]>Now, I am confident in speaking on behalf of all author pets here, we all hate the vet. Our vet may be kind, and nice, and amazing at what they do. Through no fault of their own, the vet clinic is a terrifying place.
We can feel and smell the sorrow and illness, like a human hospital. We can hear the protests of other fellow pets in pain or rage as that needle comes for them, or the vet has pressed a tender spot, or cries of indignation and pleading. Phrases like “I do not want to be here, take me home this instant!” and “I swear I’ll be good. I’ll never eat your engagement ring again. It was just so shiny I couldn’t resist. Please take me home” are commonly heard as we wait for our turn.
I have been under the weather a bit lately, and as is common in cats it is likely some gastrointestinal or pancreatitis thing. I have to admit I’ve hurdled over that ten years point, half-way through my life I can say I have lived these last eight years in the bliss of being an author pet.
My message to you dear author pets is to be comforted by the love and care our authors have for us, even in times of vet visits.
These tests I’m being put through don’t come cheap. They require expensive equipment and time from those lovely veterinarians and their staff. On an author’s income, it can be difficult to pay for what we need. Somehow, our authors always come through.
Now, you probably won’t see me or hear from me for a bit depending on how I am feeling. I just learned recently that I require an ultrasound test. This entails my belly being shaved.
I am definitely not happy about this. In fact, I am devastated. I work so hard to keep my coat in perfect shape, and the last test required a piece of my perfect ruff to be shaved. I am not happy about it, and my author keeps trying to touch it. She seems to take some amusement from it, though I believe she has given up her efforts. My avoidance tactics and evil glares have worked to communicate my ‘no touching’ message clearly.
So adoring fans, please take your fill of my beauty now for it shall be sheltered away until I emerge, once again, with complete fur in tact. Please do not follow my author as she will likely post images of my devastated state. We will likely have many disagreements over this.
]]>Grace, is an art which requires some innate talent. Unfortunately, my author lacks grace. As she pounds away at her keyboard, fingers flying a mile a minute, she sometimes resembles her ape ancestors. Tongue hanging out or face screwed up with the competing emotions of her characters. Positively ghastly. Thankfully, since she is writing, and because she feed me, I am able to look the other way at her gracelessness.
Us author pets must be kind to our authors, no matter how human they are. Humans were born without fur, bald wriggling worm-like things who can never hope to be as graceful as us.
Alas, as much as we would like to always be graceful, sometimes we too have graceless moments. And so, to make my author feel less alone, I post this graceless photo.
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I hold a special place in my furry heart for the fanged creatures that share the night with us. Their plight is not unlike the average cat. Many live in luxury, many live on the streets struggling for a meal. In stories, usually a nice human sees their beauty, grace, and strength and takes them in.
Like cats, vampires have a taste for blood and a violent side. They assert their authority over territory, and have to often teach young ones hard lessons like ‘don’t touch my stuff’. They have to battle with constant hunger, and always being on the wrong side of the door, waiting to be invited in.
See, cats and vampires, are not dissimilar. Cats and vampires hate garlic, have a sense of dignity (unlike dogs and werewolves), and they love to look their best.
They have keen senses and move quickly. Our eyes are hypnotically beautiful.
In stories, vampires battle over territory, try to find a home, and understand the need to be ruthless. Vampires understand the joys and pleasures in life and don’t deny them. Their origin stories are filled with heartache and struggle – just like every cat I know from the street or a farm (most of the cats I know are from the street, well, really all but two, and I know a lot of cats). Vampires know what they want, when, where and how; they are particular, discerning. They are more loyal than a reader may initially expect.
Vampires also collect precious and shiny objects and watch their humans while they sleep.
The similarities are abound, but, there are a few dissimilarities that make me seriously question this as well.
- Vampires look like humans.
- Vampires can turn into rodents with wings.
Alas, I will never be able to resolve this debate…
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