Apparently, the cat objects to my packing preparations as they disturb his... whatever.



Gambit vs. Elvis Stitch: Battle of the Sneers!



Why yes, I'm a bit crazed, trying to get ready for D.C. trip and making sure everyone's got clean skivvies. Your point?

Imagine my surprise when I went to carry this box out the front door and was stopped by a rather baleful glare.

Of course, now that it's no longer nekkid, Jack is verrrrra interested in it.

Yeah, the antique ornaments, they stay put away for at least another year. Psycho cat.




Now, on to check the mojo and see if it's ready to be poured over the piggy leg. My hands absolutely reek of garlic.

Doesn't he just look piss-elegant?




And I FOUND MY DISHES!! Or most of them, at any rate.

And why is it spitting paper?




Silly kitty.

I mean, seriously. I particularly love how he looks offended that I'm taking his picture.

From the files of Jack-Jack, Grand Poobah Ruler of Everything and Groovy Girls.

You don't honestly expect me to share?



Silly humans.



He and the Diva are currently engaged in a bit of a war. If she tries to reach for anything that's too close to him, he nips, as if to say, "No... I'm not done yet."

Last night, I caught him trying to climb into the Groovy Girls convertible roadster, but he's a bit, erm... overflowy these days. *snerk*

It's been awhile and he's turning into such a big boy.

Is he not a great desk icon?