Friday, October 14, 2011



Greetings fellow aficionados,

Again I must begin with a heartfelt apology. I shall no longer make promises I cannot keep. I will reach out to you, dear reader, when time allows. However, blogging has taken a back burner to the "disturbance" mentioned previously. I am not sure why I thought things around the home would not change. Silly me, silly Button, you fool among the foolish for thinking such thoughts. On that note: Hitherto the aforementioned "disturbance" shall be referred to solely as the "loin fruit" as in, "He is the fruit of my loins."

Don't judge me.

Where to begin...before the loin fruit I was ruler of the roost. I came and went as I pleased. I lay where I chose. I frolicked, as much as a 22ish pound cat can, about with an ease envied by most. Essentially, my life was my own. Now, oh gentle readers, how things have changed.

For example, the rents, my "keepers", keep doors previously opened for my perusal closed. I've been relegated to the depths of their bedroom. The humanity of it all!! I can no longer come and go as I please. I am trying to cope with the changes the only way I know how. I seize control from the meekest of us all...Buddy, my boo. Hence, the picture accompanying this post.

I know, I know, I am mean. I am terrible, horrible, an abomination to treat the lowliest of us with such cruelty but he never refuses me and he could. He is a 70 pound dog for goodness sake. If he really wanted to sleep on his own bed he could have kicked me off.

I sense your disdain. I can literally feel your disgust leaping onto the screen and I cannot say I blame you. I am detestable. I am. Please forgive me for my actions. I do not want to feel so out of control. I long to be flexible and capable of rolling with the punches as it were. Perhaps someone is trying to teach me something from the arrival of the loin fruit. It may be that the time has come for me to recognize that my life is truly not my own.

Something to ponder...

Sincerely,
Sir Button

Friday, September 23, 2011



Whoa is me. Please, dear readers, forgive my absence. There has been a disturbance at the home front 9 months, technically 10 although doctor's never fore warn you of this fact, in the making. I knew things would change but not like this. I don't begrudge the aforementioned "disturbance" because the rents (my owners) got a new chair which I have claimed as my own. Pictures to follow.
In fact, I am feeling generous today so rather than grace you with a photo of myself only I am including I am including one of my friend Sammy and my boo Buddy. There was a time when I ruled the roost but now Sammy has become quite assertive and Buddy remains consistently constant.
Farewell fans. I shall return on a more regular basis.
Toodles for now,
Sir Buttons

Monday, August 22, 2011

On Motivation




Now that bathing suit season is in full swing I have decided to work on my fitness...tomorrow. I often find that the idea of exercise is more enticing than the act itself. My pink ball calls to me and I succumb. It rolls closer to me thanks to my owner's foot yet I still cannot force myself to engage. Perhaps it is the dreadful heat. Yes, that is definitely what it is that prevents me from an exercise assault. What if I get dehydrated? Have a heat stroke? Break a paw? How would I then communicate with the masses? Therefore, it is in your best interest dear reader that I do not exercise. Do you see how thoughtful and considerate I am that I would forgo my own health for your enlightenment? All for you, everything I do.
Wishing you a flat stomach with little to no effort,
--Sir Button

Thursday, August 18, 2011


A morning mist is just what the doctor ordered! While I am not enthusiastic by nature, I do enjoy a good shower and pleasant scenery. My owners' shower provides just that. I like to slink into the bedroom when no one is watching and perch on the windowsill of their shower window. It is lovely is it not? From my sanctuary in the sky I can see the backyard. Make no mistake, I do not want to actually experience the backyard, apart from the tree which we will discuss at a later date, I just want to view it from a distance.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Because I can


Today I decided that the best course of action would be to climb into a plastic trash bag full of clothing not because I needed to but because I wanted to. So I did.
I find that soft clothing suits me rather than the harshness of my owners wooden floors and even my own cat bed. I scoff at the notion that any thing on the floor is not there specifically for my benefit. I have sensitive sensibilities and require luxury at all costs.
--Luvs, Sir Button