New Year, New Dumb Human Stuff

When my human got back to town, she finally got some batteries and put together that “Thing in a Bag” Christmas gift.

In the end, I was less than impressed.

But just because it was January, she wasn’t done with the holidays yet — she went out and bought a whole bunch of Christmas stuff because it was “half off.” Even at half off it was still junk. I hope she at least puts my photo in the ornament frame.

Look at all this crap! She could have bought a bunch of cat toys!

What is this, a consolation prize or something?

The rest of it was useless. She wouldn’t let me eat the decorations off the creepy Santa head.

Then there was the soldier she got just because it looks like some old actor guy named Errol Flynn, who she says, “Blows doors off of Brad Pitt.” I have no idea what she’s talking about — I’m just repeating her nonsense. In any case, Errol Flynn must have been a pretty small guy.

Can you tell how much I loathe this thing?

Then the humans did something utterly puzzling — they replaced their dining table! I was annoyed when I found out about their plans. I liked the old one.

The day the new one came I checked it out. It’s actually not new — it’s “vintage.”

Binga and Boodie liked it immediately. It’s true that the chairs make nice scratching pads.

Binga gives the chairs her Claw of Approval

Boodie prefers merely covering them in a vast expanse of cat fur

I kind of wish the old one was still here.

Then something interesting came in the mail: a camera just for me! So now everyone can see things from my own, exact perspective.

To be honest, I felt a little silly wearing the camera at first. I tried looking at it and wound up getting a close up of my chin.

So anyhow, here is how I spend my typical morning. This is a view of the back door where I like to catch a few rays.

This is the far end of the living room, with a few of my toys scattered around.

While I’m sitting on the dining room chair, I can keep an eye on the kitchen, and if I sit on the table I can check out any action on the cat tree.

To make sure Binga and Boodie don't abuse it

I’ll never tell what this photo is about.

Incidentally, my human’s office is a wreck. I have been collecting evidence. She has stuff stuck everywhere.

Maybe my photographic endeavors have given her a clue that she needs to do something because she is bringing back her office organizer to help her out. She should thank me instead of telling me to stop walking all over her desk.