A Cardboard Obsession

All cats are guilty of it, and Ella needing to be every bit the diva kitty wouldn't dare dismiss rule #1 of cat-iquette: Thou must enjoyith every container no mater the size. So I share with you a collection of Ella-in-a-Box photos. There really isn't a space that she won't try to put her furry self into.



*A serious stance on a pizza box, showing it and us who is boss (don't tell her the pizza is already gone and she's not defending a thing but her dignity at this point!)

*An upright stance in a downright tiny box, proof that yes, she can fit herself into anything and no, the treats are NOT making her fat.


*The "Owly": For the record that is Ella in a mirror, but she's not so sure she should be at ease with that other cat eyeing up her moving box!

*To our right we have a math equation:
4 paws in + 1 butt out = Ella owning this shipping box.

And our personal favorite and I admit we're bias because we too enjoy the product that these boxes contain, but who really can beat an empty 12 pack box! Everyone wins!



When all is said and done, being Ella or any cat for that matter is a hard-knock life, and napping on a box is the best way to make sure it doesn't get away from you the next time!



Toxic Drinks

There comes a time in ones life when (if you consume alcohol) you discover your "bad" drink. This drink makes you snaky and mean and maybe more than a little bit crazy, and the worst part is, you rarely remember all your infractions the next day. Likely it takes more than one cocktail but it might not take many...

I've discovered Ella's "bad" drink. Fishbowl water (not to be confused with an over sized margarita glass swimming with ten types of schnapps, a whole lot of vodka, and only the bartender/god knows what else.) Rather, this fishbowl water, seen here in photo evidence number 175.Will the jury please note that the photo was not taken on the night of the alleged crime.

After dining on delectable (and stanky) canned kitty food, she wandered into the bathroom for a nightcap before hunkering down next to Gabe (*note that he's on the couch reading something mind boggling about economics.) She stared, and she glared, and she may have even gone cross eyed, and then *wha-BAM* she up and bites him! Yup right on the knee-cap, didn't phase him a bit and she just sauntered off like nobody's business. Damn cats!

Disclaimer: I might be enjoying this attack a little more than I should, but let's be honest they usually occur at witching hour, 3 a.m., and my snoozing wrists are usually the victim of Ella's fishbowl fever! Ouch, karma's a cat named Ella Buchowski!

Graduate School: the perfect ruse

So there is this furry critter who has been allowing me to grace her presence for the past five years and she believes she some sort of sensation. I've recently be assigned the task of blogging as a process of "personal growth" during graduate school and I was not sure I had anything of great interest to share. And then Miss Ella Boo herself sauntered across my laptop, plopped down on Gabe as he browsed the web, and proceded to purr intently while pawing at/biting his earbud cord. So really, the least I can do for the little fur-bucket is honor her antics in a blog. Mind you, I'm not the blog-stalking or blog-writing type so this may bore you to death, for that I am eternally sorry.

Now my cat on the other hand is a complete attention seeking mess, who if she had her way would have married Ms. K. herself to get the lime light. But let it be know, she is in need of now E! TV starlet to pave her way. She's furry, feisty, and if only we spoke her language I could confirm she's facetious beyond belief.

Gabe, Ella's other captive human roommate has a knack for capturing her best moments, and I her worst. I will not promise frequent updates, but she has her ways!