maybe he isn't plotting MY death

Sometimes I think maybe Buddy isn't plotting my death. Perhaps he is just plotting the human races demise so that he will finally be able to rule the world. In my mind Buddy is the Brain from Pinky and the Brain. Jaryd would have you believe I am Pinky.



The other day, Jaryd feel asleep on the loung room floor. Buddy decided this was play time and started to attack Jaryd's head. Rather than save Jaryd from certain death, I took pictures.


After a while, Buddy got tired of his attack and Jaryd not waking up (you build up a resistance to these types of things after a while) and needed a nap.


Nawwww, bless my boys.

this is why buddy is trying to kill me

a cat on the dashboard is a cat indeed

Moving house is never fun. I decided after packing the first two boxes that I was never moving again. I'll die in the house I have moved into before I move out (says the renter).

Buddy didn't like moving much either. Before we did the big move I googled "Moving with Cats" and was brought to a very pg 13 article on ninemsn about what to do. Lots of moving things when the cat isn't there and putting their favourite blanket and food and water into a cat box. Bless, how nice.

This is what we did.

We rolled up to the ol s'pine at about 7pm at which point Buddy immediately started crying. I started to pack up Buddy's scratching post and food and Buddy continued to cry. Jaryd shut up upstairs so Buddy wouldn't have any where to go hide while he packed up the last of the kitchen. Buddy stood at the door leading upstairs and cried. Since I had already packed Buddy's wordly possessions (including his Barbie placement...what the shit?) into the car I decided to distract him by playing with him.

Hmmm, all toys have been packed and Buddy never was one for playing with toys. Aha! An enviro bag. Perfect. Buddy played with the enviro bag for a good 15 minutes and even ended up inside it at one point. Mission accomplished, even if I did fear for my life a few times when instead of jumping at the enviro bag he launched for my face.

And then we put him in the car.

Buddy loves the car. He loves being in the car and looking out the window so we don't put him in a cat cage. A cat cage would just make him angry and then he would scratch my face off when we let him out. So I nominated to drive while Jaryd held onto Buddy. It was pouring rain and Buddy was already irritable and after going down a particularly large hill Buddy launched himself onto the dashboard. Hilarious, except that I couldn't see where I was going. Jaryd lurched forward trying to pull Buddy off but his claws were right in there. As all good problem solvers do, Jaryd pulled the dash mat off the dash and we drove to our new residence in peace.

As we put Buddy down on the hallway of our new house he looked up with his beautiful big eyes and looked like a little kid. Then he went and got in every cupboard he could then fell asleep.



Bless his little chocolate face.

cool breeze knocking on Buddy's brain

For all those in Brisbane they know all too well about the disgusting humidty and heat we have been experiencing the past few days and welcomed the cold wind that came in last night. I welcomed it too. I snuggled into my bed content and happy with our brand new house (post on Buddy moving house coming) and quickly fell asleep.

I woke up at about 2am with the feeling of something touching my ears. I have a severe paranoia of people touching my ears and flip out if someone comes near me so in my sleepy state I went into a state of panic.

Until I realised that it was Buddy curled up around my head. I fell back to sleep because this is something he used to do on a regular basis in winter and I assumed he was just cold. Throughout the night he slowly moved further onto my pillow. I can only hope this was an attempt to gain control of my pillow and not his attempt to sit on my face and suffocate me. I woke up again 2 hours later and realised I had now stolen Jaryd's pillow as Buddy, like the little evil git he is, had taken my pillow like it was Poland.

At about 6.30 - 20 minutes before my alarm - I shimmied Buddy onto the bed and regained my pillow. A small victory.

At least he didn't suffocate me.

moving time

The time has finally come for Jaryd and I to move out of the house and into our own grown up home. We started the never ending death march of packing last night and Buddy didn't take it well.



After doing about twelve laps of the house at full speed and then chasing a rolled up piece of masking tape for about 20 minutes he stood still long enough for jaryd to put a box over him. He then Maru styled it out of the box. Don't know who Maru is. Check it.



I then started to pack up the linen and opened the small cane wardrobe where we keep the towels and began offloading. I left it open with one bath mat still in it to get a drink. I came back and noticed the little door had shut which wasn't unusual as it normally closes. I opened it up and Buddy was staring back at me like I had just walked in on him making a one man porno. I didn't grab a photo at the time because I was rolling on the bathroom floor laughing but if I can find one similar at home I will post it in due time.



We then shut the door and went back to packing. About two hours later he emerged to lie at our feet and scratch them anytime we stretched our legs in our sleep.



Looking forward to putting him in a cat cage for the move.

just another day he let me live

I am that person who sits at parties and talks about my cat.

I don't talk about how cute he is, or how he purrs in that certain way when I scratch him right there. I don't talk about his toys or what outfits I dress him up in (there are just somethings you don't TALK about).

I talk about the fact that I am fairly certain that one day I will not wake up. Because Buddy has finally worked out how to smother me in my sleep. Or I am driven insane by him being up in my grill every second of the day that I kill myself.

Buddy is a 5-6 year old Burmese cat owned by my manfriend who I live with.


About 3ish years ago, Jaryd's (that's the aforementioned manfriend) cat Chandler was run over doing what he loved to do best, lying in the sun in the middle of the road. A few months later, a family friend of a friend was getting rid of a kitty. Jaryd said that he would take him and with a very skittish purr and a barbie placemat (don't ask) Buddy entered our lives.

Buddy didn't take kindly to me for the first 2years as whenever I came over I stole his side of the bed and stole his cuddletime. He took his anger and frustration out in two ways.
1. He would bite and scratch Jaryd anytime he tried to move him off the bed and
2. He would eat any clothes of mine he could find. One morning I went to get dressed, put on my bra and then almost got shot in the eye from the broken bra strap he had masticated.

When I moved in 10 months ago Buddy continued to eat my clothes and on a more day to day basis (he couldn't eat my clothes everyday, he would get constipated) death stare me.

Don't be fooled by that angelic face. He will get you.

Well, probably not you, just me.