Jellybean posts

“Felis Catus,” as my nephew Jordy said. 

This is one of those #CatJumpFail videos I see from time to time on my Facebook feed:

This is my cat Jellybean. She is part Maine Coon, part domestic longhair:

And this is Jellybean answering those #CatJumpFail videos (there are a few subtitles):

Any questions?

Whenever Patricia is away and I'm home I send her a photo of Jellybean, our cat, because she misses her. Because look:

Jellybean, in her element.

This is the one from this weekend.

One of P's former coworkers once called Jellybean a fluffy meringue. She was right.

Related: Stephen Colbert on NYC's subway kitten crisis and the one candidate willing to take a stand.

Hope you're having a cozy Sunday. Jellybean is.

This will be our December pic for next year's calendar, “The 12 Months of Jellybean.”

So what'd you get for Christmas? I got “Nixonland” by Rick Perlstein and “11/22/63” by Stephen King and “The Big Screen” by David Thomson and an Ernest Hemingway/For Whom the Bell Tolls T-shirt and a coffee mug from Powell's Books in Portland and an Arc de Triomph pillholder and chocolate. No, but like tons of chocolate. Like so much chocolate you wouldn't believe. Like bars and everthing. Yeah, in the stocking. Plus clothes. So like clothes and books and chocolate. How about you?

Jellybean got a plane. I'm not kidding. But right now she's happy with the wrapping.

More Jellybean posts here.

We had a very nice dinner party last night, with Val, Kim, Mark, Giorgio, and Devon. But one guest arrived early and expected to be fed immediately. You know the type. 

“When's eats?”

This was a photo making the rounds on Facebook the other day, which made me laugh out loud, and which, yes, I shared with friends:

It's how we trapped Jellybean, after all. (Photo from Oct. 2010):

Jellybean's eating corn on the cob...