Semester two: finished! I’ll get to a semester review another time, but first I thought I’d step away from the academic thoughts and bring Izzy back to the blog. See her other appearances here and here. While I feel like I have spent most of my days in the recent past studying or writing papers while sitting at my desk, Izzy has spent most of her days around me, invading my space. So here is a photo tour of Izzy’s life lately, which is probably more interesting than me just sitting at my desk. (Warning, if you’re not a cat person, this post might be cat overload. You see, when I’m stuck at my desk studying and writing, there is little to distract me except the cat… and the camera is always nearby.)
Izzy coming over to say hello and see what's going on with work.
Izzy decides she wants to sit on my desk. And there goes the desk.
Izzy plops on my notebooks, claims my watch, and enjoys sitting next to a big mug of coffee.
Izzy eats my watch. She likes to steal things of mine.
Izzy tries to eat whatever pen I'm holding.
This is how Izzy writes paper. It's as helpful as it looks.
Assisting with typing. (Not posed, folks.)
Pretending she can proofread, stalking my typing fingers -- I have no idea.
Izzy realizes I'm not leaving my desk and sighs. She's also waiting for Lucas to stroll by so she can have an a good position for attack.
Izzy got a new flamingo, because Vinny loves her too. She destroyed the old one and tore off the string so we couldn't swing it for her anymore. She has some awesome acrobatic jumps. That's Lucas' paw in the bottom left corner; he appreciated the new cat toy, too.
Izzy is quite happy with her shiny new flamingo. She wouldn't hold still for a picture!
It looks like she might destroy this one too.
Warming up for those high jumping cat moves.
And back to having coffee with me. This is why she was just meant to be my cat.
She's not always on my desk, though it's quite common. Sometimes she's just being adorable elsewhere.
And I love this cat so much because she makes me laugh when school is stressful -- take this face for example. What fluffy chipmunk cheeks!
Preservation in Pink 
oh man, she’s almost as big as leo!
as fat as Leo? haha. ouch. not even close, even with her fluff. but i’ll tell her you said that. 😛
hahaha great photo shoot!!!
thanks, Erin! That wasn’t even all one day — it’s a regular occurrence!
I’m so sad, my cat has that same flamingo, in blue, that we call his “baby”. It’s mangled, the eyes are gone, the sparkles to the fabric can barely be seen, the legs hang from below where ever the body was, by the toy’s innards. Still, I can hide this from Scar and he finds it. At night when we’re ready to sleep, this normally quiet mew makes this certain kind of noise, a strange mew (Rawr-er-rawr) and if we get up and open the door to the bedroom, we know that we will find him in the hall staring at us innocently and that the ‘baby’ will be at his feet somewhere. We have yet to see him carrying it anywhere, but we can hide it and he finds it.