Buhbah Friday: Sim 2012

Panda and I have both been busy this week, but Sim has been even busier. Everyone’s favourite staunch, moustached cat has been planning a 2012 campaign trail. A small hiccup occurred last weekend when poor Sim was the victim if an evil car collision to his head, allegedly (so says Buhbah) driven by the annoying bark-machine Sim shares residence with. Do not worry, Internet, Sim is healing up nicely and has only a couple of small scars on his face to show for it.

Sim’s autobiography is due out just in time for the holidays. You should like him on Facebook and follow him on Twitter.

Buhbah Friday: Buhbah’s Newest Attempt to Take Over the World!

The flood in my house is mostly a thing of the past, and Buhbah has been doing a whole lot of this in my office:

Leave me alone, shorter but still kinda tall one.

Meanwhile, Buhbah’s fame just keeps on increasing, most recently with this prototype Panda With Cookie Buhbah holiday ornament, only $8 (US) from the Panda With Cookie Etsy Shop!

See the fang?

But Panda’s efforts (while Buhbah slumbers) don’t stop there. Panda had the brilliant idea to take custom cat face orders for your own personalized cat ornament. In true VOTM style, she is donating 10% of all cat ornament and zine orders to Brother Wolf Animal Rescue, who assist cats that are looking for homes.

Custom cats!

As if any feline-respecting person can resist. Contact Panda Cookie today and make sure your cat makes his/her appearance on your holiday tree!

Buhbah Friday Guest Post: Lucy

Buhbah is really mad at us because our house was flooded. Buhbah is fine, and has plenty of food and a warm, dry, place to sleep with lots of attention from his fans, but you know how cats are. Apparently he is supporting the Occupy workers strike, so he’ll be back to VOTM at some point in the (hopefully, but I’m not going to force him!) not-too-distant future. He is currently occupying Sim’s yard.

Lucy (pictured) is no longer with us, so Buhbah will feel like a huge jerk if he protests this guest post. Lucy was one of my roommates (the others were two cats and a wonderful woman named Susan) when I lived in San Francisco, and she was awesome. She was a rescue spaniel found dumped by the side of the freeway and adopted from Muttville Senior Dog Rescue in the Bay Area. She was completely deaf, had cancer tumours, and painful back issues, but with some love and medication, she was still able to live on happily for a few years. When I took her for (short—we lived a block away) walks in Golden Gate park, she always wanted to smell the flowers in the rose garden, and she was also a frequent appreciator of the flowers in Susan’s garden. When she was getting close to having to be put down, one of the cats used to lay in her bed with her. R.I.P. Lucy. Support Muttville Senior Dog Rescue! Senior dogs are the sweetest!

Spooky Buhbah Friday

True story: One day my boyfriend (pictured, the one who is not a cat) and I sat down to see what this True Blood kerfuffle is all about, and Buhbah nestled in between us, as he does. I am not shitting you—the next day, he had grown a fang. He hasn’t yet grown the second, but you can bet that when Bill and Eric and the gang of terrible actors on an okay TV-show come around again, Buhbah will make his full transformation. By the way, Buhbah loves being held like this. He’s a “scrapper from way back”.

You know, it’s been years since I’ve lived somewhere where cute, dressed-up children come around trick or treating, but if they did, I’d be sure to give them Chick-O-Sticks (rarely available here in Canada, but amazing and unrivaled), homemade vegan toffee (that their parents will sadly and promptly throw out), and maybe even some Pez. What do you offer your likely non-existent trick or treaters?

Buhbah Friday Guest Post: Skittles

I’m house-sitting right now, in a place far too large for my default levels of laziness and messiness. Anyway, my companion is Skittles. Though I miss Buhbah dearly, we had a little phone conversation the other day, and it was reported by the taller one that the cat’s end consisted mostly of Buhbah bashing his wee head up against the receiver. Using my best google translate cat-reading, I have concluded that this action meant that in response to my request about whether skittles—the 60-pound companion sheepdog who is glued to my side—could be featured on Buhbah Friday, Buhbah replied “just make that little jerk do, at the very least, a tap dance. Meow.” Sigh. Fine, Buhbah, FINE.

Meet Skittles.

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I was quite lucky to meet Buhbah in August after the great Vida Vegan shindig went down. We are discussing top secret vinegar pie recipes in this Buhbah Friday photo.

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Buhbah snuggles his thief on abbreviated Buhbah Friday. MoFo is exhausting, and we are ready for a long weekend of catnip and faux-turkey. Happy Thanksgiving to my fellow Canadians, and whomever else opts to celebrate!

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Buhbah enjoys the calm before the storm.

Gearing up for me and Buhbah’s first Vegan MoFo has been intense, to say the least. In between fast-paced brainstorming sessions and tersely worded planning meetings, Buhbah manages to catch a few Zs on his favourite blanket. See you tomorrow!

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Ready, set, pounce! It was with excellent intentions and aspirations of a healthy body and mind that I rolled out my old yoga mat, but Buhbah had other plans. The mat is now Buhbah’s own play area, with a top notch surface for pouncing and claw-kneading. A hangover from my blissfully holistic days when I attended yoga regularly, my name is written in a Sharpie at the bottom right of the mat. Someone, be it Buhbah or my boyfriend (who knows?) decided it would make more sense to cross that out and write in “Buhbah’s.” Cats.

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Buhbah is the cutest crayon in the box. What this photo lacks in composition and editing it makes up for in pure, unrivaled, adorability (a word!). This photo is one of the first I ever took of dear Buhbah, right before he chose us. That is my closet-sized kitchen you see, and Buhbah is spying on my boyfriend and I as we make dinner. Sussing us out. We passed. He’s in my office snoring as we speak. If this were a lolcat it would say “I can haz goblet?”.