hope + immi obamicons

January 20th, 2009 | By Todd

When Barack Obama officially became our 44th President, Immi clapped her hands (she always does when other people are cheering).

feeding adah in bed

January 19th, 2009 | By Todd

Immi likes to share her food and it does not matter where or what with.  

She even has an immi-kisses-for-food exchange program. If you have soemthing she wants, she will come up to you and give you kisses.  Then if you don’t give her what she wants she gets very very grumpy!!!

lounging @ starbucks?

January 18th, 2009 | By Todd

What on earth is Immi doing lounging on the floor in Starbucks? Silly little kitten what are you doing?

snickers bar aquatic feline surprise

January 16th, 2009 | By Todd

I am still in dis-belief  by the startling and mysterious events of this evening.  Sitting in the next room, I heard Kyoko parroting in varying tones of utter curiosity:

“What is that?!? What isssss that??? Toddd! What is thaaaat?”

As I rounded the corner to the kitchen, kyoko stood near the gate cautiously pointing and peering down at the cats lonesome water bowl…something very strange was floating in the kittie water.  A brown anomaly.  I slowly quickly connected the dots:

missing diaper

+

cat’s water bowl

+

snickers bar

=

???????

Time for a little word association to aid in the detection process -

When I say water bowl, you say…Toilet!!!

Conclusion –

Immi left a floater in the cats’ water bowl.  Mystery solved, case closed.

Political Ramifications -

Geo-fecal submarine and international maritime lines have been crossed.  A aquatic feline war has been declared.  Mew battles have begun.  Code brown weapons have been deployed in the immediate vicinity.  The kitty water supply has been intentionally contaminated.  New meaning has come to the phrase “don’t drink the water.”

And somehow I landed decontamination duty. This is definitely getting classified under “development” and “milestones!”

fever

October 14th, 2008 | By Kyoko

Immi had a bit of fever (I figured she was just teething) and spent most of the day sitting, laying down or sleeping. Her fever got worse later in the evening (then I thought maybe she caught some virus?) so I gave her some Moltrin and in less than an hour: ta-da!! — a happy immi!

When I catch immi chewing on something that I think she shouldn’t be eating, I put out my hand and ask her to spit it out. Usually, she shakes her head profusely in denial and then spit it out (quite often it’s a piece of paper…). This evening when I stuck my hand out in front of her, she grinned — instead of denying! — and spat out into my palm a huge blob of pulverized carrot stick!