Buddy Can't Resist a Box

Whenever I get a package delivered, Buddy comes running to play in the empty box. Comfortable fit is, apparently, not all that important.

I think I can fit in here... 

 If I can get turned around right...

OK, that leg's a problem...

 Almost.. just,,,push...a little...

OK, I'm calling this "in." No more pictures.

What's a Little Revisionism Among Friends? (Guest Post)

Yo bipeds, listen up! My original humans called me Marlon, misspelling it "Marlin" on the tag hanging from the slave collar they made me wear. (Imagine naming a cat after a fish. Idiots!)  Now that I have gotten Dave to let me live here (had to get myself crippled to do it, but that's another story) he has finally decided on a better moniker, Buddy. I like it; it suits me. (Like all cats, my real name remains secret and unpronounceable by humans.) Past references to me have been revised to reflect current reality.  Good enough for Stalin, good enough for me.
Meow,
  Buddy

Wake-up Call

Buddy wakes me up every morning between 6:40 and 7:20. First he meows. If I don't get up right away, he'll get in my face nose-to-nose until he sees my eyes open. This cartoon shows why I won't go back to sleep after that. :)

Buddy's New Toy

Buddy got a new toy, an Undercover Mouse.

Aha, prey!


I do my best work laying down.


What's going on under here?


Mystery solved!

Cheap Cat Toy

Buddy demonstrates how an entertaining cat toy can be made using a cardboard box and a golf ball.