Fannie Ice Cream

Tonight we celebrated the first Cat Awards. I thought that Fannie would win in all cat-egories, except perhaps those that involved being named something other than Fannie. Actually, my parents (Michael & Eileen Kozak) will be happy to know that Mimí took first place as “Buffest Fuffus,” and Dan Kozak and Jake Penn Pulliam will be pleased to hear that Vivian was declared “Youngest” (by dint of being “The Young One”) and second-most-literate. Karma and the late Oreo emerged, not so much as the cats you love to hate, as the cats whose sexuality your mother has questioned. But Fannie took home most of the trophies, and in her honor we executed for the first time the Fannie ice cream treat I came up with: vanilla and coffee ice cream and chocolate syrup to simulate the seal-point fur, with blueberries and a raspberry for the eyes and nose.

Fannie sat on Whitney's "Sanskrit Grammar" and thinks that मार्जारी means something.

Fannie demonstrates her daily struggle for Divine Ascent.

Fannie Helps with Rolling Socks

Catthulhu: "That is not dead which can eternal lie...."

Fannie wishes you a Happy Theophany!

Elisavet created a transition from Christmas to the Theophany (Fannie's name day) by making a cat-shaped bûdge de Noël. If you want to know what makes it a "bûdge" and not a "bûche," you'll probably have to marry into the family. Oh, and as for the absinthe glass in the background -- Fannie's sophisticated.

A Tender Moment

Alexandros is concerned that his cat is not compact enough.

Fannie has gone punk.