This week, last year, was CAT WEEK!!!

Does anyone else remember cat week? This week, last year, was CAT WEEK!

CAT. WEEK.

A week filled with all things CAT ‘cos God knows, there’s nothing the internet loves more than cats.

And David Hasselhoff.

No, I don’t get it either.

Last year, I had no cat. Now I have a cat and every day is like frikkin cat week. He’s recently learned how to sleep in the bedroom at night-time without waking me up, paws on either side of my face, licking my lip and meowing at me.

Now, when I saw recently, I mean Friday. The Friday just gone. Today is Monday.

It was weird but he’s past the face licking, hair chomping, random pouncing stage and onto the scaring the s*&t out of me stage.

The other night, I was home alone and the house was quiet. I walked into the bathroom and felt something caress my hand. I screamed and then turned to see Louie, sitting on the edge of the sink in the darkness, reaching out a paw to touch me.

Argh! Anyway, here he is doin‘ his cat stuff:

Playing with his favorite toy, the printer. He'll run from the other side of the house when he hears it! — Playing with his favorite toy, the printer. He’ll run from the other side of the house when he hears it!

Getting in on The Canadian One's birthday celebration. One popped. It was HILARIOUS! — Getting in on The Canadian One’s birthday celebration. One popped. It was HILARIOUS!

Day 1: Cats Vrs Dogs
Day 1: Cats Vrs Dogs: In Defense of Cats
Day 1: Cats Vrs Dogs: Bad Dog

Inspecting the bathtub after a shower. His daily routine. Sometimes he comes in the shower with me. It's weird. — Inspecting the bathtub after a shower. His daily routine. Sometimes he comes in the shower with me. It’s weird.

Day 3: Black Cat Superstitions
Day 3: My Cat Snowy

Most Saturdays, I get up before The Canadian One, open the bedroom door to let the cat in while I go make a smoothie and watch Castle and The Mentalist. When I come back, I’m always faced with this: