Some of you might say that this is a cop out photo. I say that it took far more time to set up than a cheesy self portrait might have.

It doesn’t happen very often, but occasionally Train annoys Liz and I in a big way. It usually involves her gently nomming our feet while we’re walking around the house or sitting at our desk. Once, twice and thrice we can handle, but after that it’s time for a kitty time out.

Mind you, it never reaaaaaally works, cause she just tends to play under the door of whichever room we lock her in. There is no finding a quiet spot. There is no reflection on how she shouldn’t bite humans. There is only the thought that this is a game and she should bang under the door until she is released from her time out.
I accept full responsibility for constantly caving to her impolite requests to leave her captivity. The above photo was taken during the tense negotiation this morning.

Sure, you’d think kitty walking would be easy. Take a camera, walk around, take some photos of cats. It’s not easy for Jarod. He has to explain to people why I’m lying on the ground telling random cats how wonderful they are.


Most people are very understanding. Sometimes I get a few strange looks. But it’s worth it when the kitties are super smoochy like this one was. Jarod is a spoilsport never lets me bring them home, either.
When it suits her, our kitty sure knows how to play up to the camera. Below is a prime example of this…

It’s times like these that Liz and I often get tricked into rubbing her belly. I mean, she’s half flipped herself over and exposed her delicious kitty belly, so she must want belly rubs, right? Wrong! It’s always a trap, and we always end up with semi eaten fingers.
You know it’s getting cold when Train finds a way to get under the blanket to have her sleeps. Top work Train.


Being picked up and cuddled is her least favourite thing. There were bites before, bites during and bites afterwards. But she still loves me. Maybe.

Today was Jarod’s last day of work. I would have taken a photo of him but he made me promise I wouldn’t.
Today I had a job interview. I think it went okay.
Today we’re both really tired.
Tomorrow I’ll be going to work and Jarod can sit around and play bikes.
Tomorrow Train won’t appreciate Jarod’s company as much as I would.
Tomorrow is another day closer to the weekend.
This morning I thought I’d lost Train. Like REALLY lost Train. I’d had all the windows open to get some air in the house, and while she doesn’t usually try the ones without fly screens, I couldn’t find her anywhere.
I was just about to run down stairs and start shaking cat biscuits when I saw this little face peeking at me.

She’s somehow squeezed herself into this tiny spot behind our gigantic bunch of flowers and between the other pots. And decided to ignore all my calls and promises of treats for the last 5 minutes. Damn cat.
Train likes to find the only available spot between the pots on the balcony and sit in it.

Perhaps she thinks we wont notice her there and thus leave her outside all day?
She was way overdue for a 365 photo. (and Liz and I both said bags not for the 365)
