Maybe it is all about sleep

I am a pretty lazy cat. I don't really do much besides sleep & eat. I probably shouldn't have a blog.

This isnt even a real blog entry, I'm simply going to post a few pictures and call it one, though.

Here's what I've been doing over the past few months:

Oh well, it was fun while it lasted

I refused to watch the final game of the series. Here are some pictures:

I did try:

Thank you Colorado Rockies for the best birthday present ever!

My Rockies are going to the World Series!!!!!!!!!



Granted, the gift came a couple of days early (my birthday is Wednesday, October 17th) - but what more could a cat ask for? (well, besides more space to sleep. I'm currenly taking up space on top of Matt's suitcase). Our family seems kind of lucky like that with sports. Illinois won their semi-final game in 2005 to go to the Final Four at Amber's 27th birthday party.



I'm so excited!!! I need to get in contact with some of my old buddies in Colorado to see if they have a place I can stay for the World Series games. While I'm doing that, have a look at some of my favorite pictures!

The playoffs start today

Giddy up.

Blogging is hard on a cat

I haven't been so good about keeping this place updated. Maybe it is all about sleep.





I's so far awayz from teh puter




type type type type

Screw that, I's goin back to watchin Cops.

I'm on your blanketz watching your big tvz

Ah, the place all to myself this weekend. Time to catch up on my Rockies & some DVDs. Hopefully someone will feed me at some point, otherwise I may resort to clawing my way into the garbage, refrigerator & cabinets.

Dude, Baneaner?

I was a big fan of my then new parents' decision to call me Steve.

It worked, it made me feel, if in name only, like another one of the guys. I wasn't Boots or Muffy or Franklin or any other silly name commonly bestowed upon a pet. It gave me the purchase to feel like I wasn't not to be coddled or treated differently. I was just another dude living in the city. I just happened to be a neutered male, mid-hair domestic cat.

The sense of equality didn't last very long. After successfully dodging awkward names like potato-face for a few months, I finally thought I was coming into my own as Steve, the blogging, sleep-happy cat in the big city of Chicago. But now I have a last name that, to some, serves as a first name. Freakin' Baneaner. Even Dad has taken to it.

Steve Baneaner (Buh NEEE ner) is my full name, I fear, for the rest of my life.

So much for being an everyman. You might as well call me Muffy and tote me around Lincoln Park in a father-bought Volkswagen.