Furio Charo Bain: I'm a cute, but complicated cat

Burrito napping. Don’t knock it. This is how astronauts and mountain climbers sleep too, just not usually for 18 hours at a time.

My roommates got a badass new camera lens.

I look amazing from up close, but you can also see how I burned my nose on a hot stove as a kitten. It’s like Cindy Crawford’s birthmark for me, but in a masculine way.

I’m going on a hunger-strike to protest the recent environmental crisis: BP.

I believe every cat’s home environment should include tons of BP (Big Pillows), and I’m not eating* until this is resolved.

*Other than crunchies and beef-feast-with-gravy

If I’m not really careful with my roommates, they never manage to shoot pics from my good side.

I came across this fantastic best-seller: The Promise of Sleep, and I feel like I’ve turned over a new leaf.

I started keeping a sleep journal, and discovered that, far from building up a sleep debt, I’ve actually been enjoying the compounding effects of sleep interest for a few years. I might actually be able to stay awake 24 hours a day during retirement, if my napping portfolio continues to perform at these levels.

Obscure impression: Vincent D’Onofrio from Men in Black.

I’m on a new productivity kick: I’m starting my day with with 20 minutes of Tai Chi (shown in the photo above), a 5-minute power breakfast, and a 4-hour nap (not shown).

Trying to remember the name of that great can of wet food I tried a couple months ago.

I know it’s “[Something] Feast with Gravy.” I think the [something] was a huge animal I could never kill in the wild, but the exact breed escapes me.

This is gonna drive me nuts. Also, I’ve got “Hey, Soul Sister” stuck in my head.

My new favorite move is to lay across Lisa’s “bump” on the sofa.

The new roommate seems to like confined spaces, so I can’t wait to teach him all about cardboard.

Humiliation Day: When I weigh myself and realize I’m no where near my New Year’s Resolution.

Like Easter, it comes every year in late-March to mid-April, and it’s followed by a lot of shame-eating.

Alex was cracking Lisa up at dinner tonight, but his humor’s a little blue for my taste. Not at the table, you know?

I’m not big on wearing clothes, but I’ll tell you, this new relaxed pose I’m working could really use some pockets.

I’ve erected a “Chinese wall” for reading confidential business papers. I know that’s usually a metaphor, but you can’t be too careful.

I spend time in corners, because I’ve got a lot of enemies.

The vacuum cleaner has been after me for years, and I don’t trust the coffee machine worth a lick.

Practicing whistling for a cab in case I need to break out of here one day. How’s my form?