Book Reviews by Chuckie 2: Women Writers Edition

Chuck has been keeping busy lately, and by that I mean he has been reading a ton of books!

In his last book review, Chuck reviewed some fun books such as Gravity’s Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon and Smoke and Mirrors by Neil Gaiman. For this book review, he decided to highlight some of the amazing women writers that he has had the pleasure of reading. And as you’ll see by his reviews, he’s very passionate about these ones.

Beware of spoilers

A Judgment in Stone by Ruth Rendell ★★★★★


Chuck is pretty neutral about mysteries – he can take them or leave them. However, he thoroughly enjoyed this mystery story (if you can even call it that, considering it is a whydunit and not exactly a whodunit – but that’s discourse for another time). There were many things that Chuckie appreciated about this novel: the humor, which was conveyed through Rendell’s blunt, honest language and the way she painted her characters to be both completely realistic and absolutely absurd (looking particularly at every action by the devoutly religious ex-prostitute, Joan Smith); the way that Rendell conveys the mind of an illiterate, lower class, completely emotionally unintelligent character such as Eunice Parchman to the point that all of her thought processes and motivations make sense; and the small clever twists and turns throughout the plot. He enjoyed that this was an amazing psychological thriller, and would recommend it to anybody who loves examining the human psyche. He gives this novel five stars.

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte ★★★✬✩

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Going back in time a few centuries, Chuck delved into the classic that is Jane Eyre. He didn’t necessarily love the novel, but he did quite enjoy it. He found it to be fascinating to get a glimpse into a woman’s life in the past before women had autonomy and equal rights. He also hated every single male character in the novel, even (and especially) the glorified love interest, the tortured soul, Mr. Rochester. He’s a sucker for love stories so yeah okay he did want Rochester and Jane to be together in the end, but deep down inside he was seething at how bad of a person Rochester was. Chuck enjoyed this book, giving it three and a half stars, and ultimately left with a stronger belief in the feminist movement and a deeper hatred for the patriarchy.

The Garden Party and Other Stories by Katherine Mansfield ★★★✩✩

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As the three star rating shows, Chuck was…not exactly enamored. In fact, this is his least favorite book in this review! He understands that Mansfield is supposed to be a literary genius. And he could definitely appreciate the beautiful writing and some very special lines throughout this short story collection, as well as some truly vivid scenes and emotions. However, Chuck mostly felt…bored. He did not find this classic author to be particularly engaging. There were some stories that stood out to him as being more interesting than the others, such as “At the Bay” and “The Daughters of the Late Colonel.” He did sometimes find himself wondering at the actions of the characters, such as the two lovers in “The Singing Lesson” (why did he do what he did? Why did he come back?) as well as “The Lady’s Maid” (how could she give up love and marriage to be a servant?). But once he put this book down to take a break, he had no desire to pick it back up, and has no intention of buying any Mansfield in the future. And that’s why it only gets three stars.

The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison ★★★★✩


You might have read in Chuck’s previous book review post that he’s a huge fan of Toni Morrison, even going so far as to give Sula a five star ranking. Since then he has read Beloved (which he loves), and recently just finished up The Bluest Eye.

Chuckie admits that The Bluest Eye might have been the most compelling novel that he has read in awhile. He thinks that Morrison is a gorgeous writer – her language is amazing, and he wants to immerse himself in the worlds that she builds and know the stories of all of the characters she writes.

And that’s exactly what made The Bluest Eye so amazing – and also lead to its detriment. While reading this book, Chuck got to know several characters intimately – Claudia, Frieda, Pauline. He got to read a whole lot of backstory on Cholly Breedlove, Pecola’s father. However, the most compelling story in the whole book, according to Chuck, was Pecola’s. Pecola and her apparent ugliness is supposed to be the main focus of the story, but Chuck felt like her story got lost amongst the stories of all of those around her (maybe, though, that’s the point, that Pecola’s story is so entrenched in those stories, that the reader has to know every intimate detail of her father’s past to understand Pecola’s troubled present). Chuck is happy that Pecola’s story got a conclusion, but he wishes that there had been more of her in the novel, which is why he only gives this book four stars.

Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston ★★★★★


“Ugh,” Chuckie thinks whenever he thinks of Zora Neale Hurston’s masterpiece Their Eyes Were Watching God – but he’s making that noise because he doesn’t know how else to express his utter admiration for the novel. Chuck just cannot wrap his head around how amazing of a book it is. While reading this novel, Chuck realized that he had never felt so much emotions at one time in his entire life.

Chuck is a sucker for a love story. And for some transparency here, Chuck read this book years ago, but he still associates the term “OTP” with Tea Cake and Janie. He admits that their relationship had quite a bit of faults, but it was a roller-coaster he wants to ride forever and ever. Even besides the love story, Chuck thinks that Janie is the coolest woman ever – she’s headstrong, resourceful, passionate. He fell in love with the characters, the world. There are so many beautiful things to love about this novel – the characters, the scenery, the story, Hurston’s sublime writing – and all of it earns it five stars.

Got any suggestions for what Chuck should read and review next? Comment your favorite book (or at least the most compelling one you’ve read recently)!

P.S. Chuckie says Happy Pride Month, everybody! 


Chuck and Barry’s Ranking of the Top 7 Things in the World (Plus Two Bonus Honorable Mentions)

Have you ever wondered what the actual best things in the world are? Thankfully, Chuck and Barry have taken the time to figure it out, and I’ve compiled it all here in this list. Starting with the honorable mentions and ending with what they believe is the #1 best thing, this list will show how two cats view the world.

Chuck’s Honorable Mention – Books

One of Chuck’s favorite hobbies is reading (as we’ve seen in his previous book review post). Even though Barry is not much of an intellectual, Chuck definitely is, and insisted that books make it onto the list of top things in the world. Therefore, the honorable mention category was created and “books” was Chuck’s choice.

(But in reality, Chuckie is a cat, which unfortunately makes him illiterate. However, he does have a tendency to lay on top of books, especially when I’m trying to read them, which leads me to truly believe that he loves them, even if he cannot enjoy them the way that man intended).

Barry’s Honorable Mention – Sports

Unlike his literary and intellectual counterpart, Barry is totally sporty (don’t let his extra layer of chub fool you). Barry’s first crafted his athletic talents at Grandma’s house, where he learned to chase after a tinfoil ball that she would throw for him.

Now, he’s constantly begging to play ball. In a frequent mother-son bonding experience that features a little bit cardio, I throw a ball from one end of the house, he chases it, then I go grab it and throw it back to the other end, and repeat. Chuck, for his part, usually sits and observes.

7. Mom (me)


Maybe this is self-serving and narcissistic, and maybe I just want to brag about the bond I perceive to have with my cats, but I think I’m one of their favorite things in the world. Why else would they sleep in my room every night? Or follow me around? Beg for cuddles and pats? Show me more attention and act more comfortable around me than anybody else that they meet? Even when they aren’t hungry? I can only come to the conclusion that I’m their favorite human and they love me.

6. Water

I don’t know if this is abnormal or not, but Chuck and Barry are super enthusiastic about water. Whenever I fill up their water bowl, their eyes light up and they follow me from the sink until I put it down. However, It’s possible that they’re confused and think that I’m getting them food (which will be discussed later).

Either way, they’re always slurping on water (they look like little frogs!) and I have to refill the water bowls multiple times a day. I’m just happy they’re staying hydrated!

5. Plastic

This might be a little bit more eclectic than the other things ranked in this post, but Chuck and Barry really love to chew on plastic (especially Barry). I can’t tell you how many times I wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of a cat chomping on a plastic bag that I forgot was in my room or a food wrapper that they dragged in from God-knows-where. It’s in those moments that I get brief glimpse into what it must be like to be a parent to toddlers – the whole universe is a choking hazard, and turn your back for just one moment and you never know what the kid is going to eat.

Thankfully, I don’t think that Chuck or Barry has actually swallowed any plastic yet (or at least not enough to become sick). But because this is one love that might kill them, I have to ensure that any plastic is kept out of their reach.

4. Treats

When I first brought home Chuck and Barry, they weren’t interested in treats at all – something which confused me quite a bit. However, now that they’ve matured, they’ve developed a palate for treats. I can get them running from across the house with just the sound of the treat bag rustling, which is super convenient when I need to get them out of a specific room or corral them into a cat carrier.

3. Pats


This one is pretty self-explanatory. Chuck and Barry, like many other cats, are super excited about receiving pats. I mean, who doesn’t love massages?

2. Birds

I’m not quite sure if Chuck and Barry love birds or just fantasize about eating them, but their daytimes hangouts are the bedrooms windowsills where they can watch the birds out on the telephone wires and trees. They can spend practically all day sitting there and watching. Chuck is particularly enamored by the birds and likes to try to talk to them (or deploy his hunting call, whatever it is…).

Unfortunately, the birds don’t return the interest.

1. Food 

In my last blog post, I determined that my cats don’t love me only because I feed them. However, it’s true that my cats’ lives revolve around food. They wake me up in the morning for breakfast, pester me when it’s time for their dinner, become cranky when it’s time for their midnight snack. And don’t even get me started on how they act when I’m cracking open the wet food can.

I have a conspiracy theory that there’s some kind of heavily addictive substance that pet food companies put in wet food – what else could explain how crazy my cats become, screaming and following me from counter to trash can to cabinet, whenever I enter the kitchen?

Not going to lie, I completely understand them – I’m totally obsessed with food as well. So, maybe it’s a collective family decision to rank food as the number one thing in the world.

And that’s it – nine things that Chuck and Barry absolutely adore. Who knew cats could be so relatable (and also so weird)?




Mommy, or Food Source? An Exploration into my Relationship with my Cats

Cat parents around the world went wild with glee when a study that stated cats are actually nice and like humans went viral. The study deprived cats of food, human contact, scent, and toys for a few hours, and once reintroduced, 50% of cats preferred human contact over all other stimuli (with 37% preferring food). Thus, the results proved that many cats prefer humans to the other things that cats are traditionally supposed to love.

But me and all other cat lovers weren’t happy about this study because we were surprised – rather, we were happy because now we had scientific proof to show all of the haters what we’d known all along: cats enjoy human attention! Our babies love us! Take that you lying dog people!

However, what about that other 37% of cats that preferred food? Were they just hungry, or do they just like humans less than other cats do?

And most importantly, where do I stand with my own cats?

My cats are hungry little buggers. Right away when I brought them home, I realized that they had one true love: wet food. In fact, my cats love wet food so much that I’ve started wondering whether cat food manufacturers put addictive substances into their canned food. Whenever it’s about time to eat canned food (and probably a few hours more), anytime I go in the kitchen, Chuck and Barry are there crying for some food. They follow me from room to room, just waiting until I’ll crack open a can and give them wet food. It’s probably their favorite part of the day.

And this hangry behavior has only gotten worse recently since I decided to stop free feeding my cats. Why? Because unlike Chuck, who has stayed thin and trim, Barry got fat. Although I find his big paunchy belly adorable, I also know it’s unhealthy, so I switched to scheduled feeding in an attempt to get him to shave some pounds.


A chunky Barry 

So what does this lead to? Well, it leads to Chuck and Barry scratching my mattress in the morning until I wake up and feed them; when it’s wet food time, they’re just as crazy as usual; when it’s time for a little midnight kibble, they act like they hadn’t eaten in years.

What does this hunger look like? It’s them waking me up when I’m sleeping, their face in my face. It’s them kneading me and meowing until I get out of bed. It’s them crying and coming around for pats until I realize they want me to follow them to the kitchen. This increase of affection and attention from Chuck and Barry since I stopped free feeding is what lead me to really question whether they just love me for food or if they do recognize me as their mommy.

They definitely act super interested and attached to me when they are hungry. But there are other times, when there’s no way they are hungry because they just ate, that they seek out affection, pats, and love. Right now, an hour after I fed them, Barry is laying at my feet and Chuck is laying near me on the floor. There are random times when they knead me and cry for attention but clearly aren’t just interested in food.


Chuckie starved for wet food, or starved for attention?

So what gives? I turned to some more research to try and get answers. An interview on National Geographic with John Bradshaw, a cat behavior specialist, helped shed some light on the personality of cats. One reason that Chuck and Barry might act like hungry piranhas when it’s close to feeding time is because, as Bradshaw points out, cats learn what reaction they’re going to get from certain humans. So wake me up, yell at me until I feed them? Yeah, they learned that’s when I give in and fill the food bowls.

Furthermore, unlike dogs, who see us as another species, there is nothing about cats’ behavior that indicates they recognize us as other species. Bradshaw doesn’t go so far as to say that cats think of us as gigantic furless cats, but they sure treat us like that’s what we are.

And most importantly, my favorite part of the interview, Bradshaw addresses a common cat behavior: kneading, something that both Chuck and Barry do. Kneading and purring and rubbing is something that cats usually do with their mothers. So, I wonder, what does it mean that they do it to me? Is it fair to come to the conclusion that they think of me as their mother?

So I guess now I can be honest and say I would’ve never let anybody convince me that my cats don’t love me, so maybe this blog post was done in vain. I realize that maybe they do think of me as Food Source – and that’s just one of the many reasons why they love me. They also recognize that I’ll pet them whenever they ask, clean their litter box, give them toys, and love them unconditionally. And they know that I’m Mommy.



Chuckie’s FLUTD – Or, Why I Watch my Cat Use the Litterbox

Hairballs, litter box messes, spraying, tearing up the furniture, fleas – these are normal challenges that we expect we might experience when we get cats. So we put down some plastic covers around the boxes, neuter and spay our cats, put them on preventative flea medication and don’t become too attached to any furniture or carpet fixtures. These are the things that we do.

What we don’t expect is for our cat to suddenly stop urinating.

I noticed it by chance. It was a Saturday night a few weeks ago and I was getting ready to go play Catan with some of my friends. I was cleaning the litterboxes in the basement when little Chuckie pranced over to pee. At least, I thought he peed, but then as soon as he got back out, he entered a different litter box and tried to go again. Then again. Then again. After five or six attempts, he gave up and walked away. And not once did he pee at all.

Of course, as any 21st century cat mom would do on a Saturday night when the actual vet is closed, I took to the Internet. I sat down on the basement stairs and started googling versions of “cat won’t pee” and “male cat can’t pee.” The sites said it might be a UTI, but very likely it could be a blocked urethra – something male cats are very prone to, and something that is quickly fatal.

The websites also listed another symptom of Chuckie’s that I hadn’t realized was related to a urinary block: excessive penis licking. I had noticed him licking his penis for the past few days. I thought it was really strange because I had never seen him or Barry lick their actual penis before, but I just figured he was trying to stay clean. But nope. It was a symptom of a urethra block.

I had to make the decision: monitor Chuck for a while, or pack him up and take him to the hospital?

I took him to the hospital.

I was much calmer than I was when Barry had his injury for some reason – maybe because although I knew Chuckie might have been facing a fatal illness, he didn’t physically look as bad. In fact, he seemed completely fine – not lethargic or acting funny at all. In typical fashion, he yelled at me the whole drive to the vet hospital.

As soon as we got there, Chuck was admitted and I told the triage nurse what had been going on. I waited around a few hours until the vets were able to confirm my suspicions: Chuck had a urinary block, but we caught it early and it should be okay. He needed to get a catheter and stay at the hospital for a few days.

I got to say goodbye to Chuckie. I almost cried seeing my poor, little, pitiful, shy Chuckie sitting in his cage, facing the corner and burying himself under a blanket. The emergency room of the vet hospital was just one large room, and he was being caged next to a bunch of different loud animals. I knew my skittish little cat wasn’t happy with it at all. I told him I loved him a bunch and gave him pats and then I went home and sulked.

The vet called the next day and gave me an update – he was doing well, but needed to stay another night. I tried to visit him that night, but after waiting in the waiting room for an hour, they told me that they were too busy to get me back. I was bummed, but I understood.

The next day I got a phone call that Chuck was urinating on his own and I could go pick him up! The poor little thing had a chunk of fur shaved near his tail and also on his leg. The hospital diagnosed him with feline lower urinary track disease – which also meant that he was a great risk of his urethra reblocking again sometime in the future. Male cats are at a huge risk of FLUTD because their urethras are so thin and it’s easy for crystals to form and block them. The vet at the hospital sent me home with some pain killers, urethra relaxers, and different prescription foods for Chuck to try out.

When I brought Chuck home, I was a paranoid mess. I kept him locked in my room, away from Barry, because I wanted to make sure he was using the bathroom. Even in the middle of the night, when I would hear him in the litterbox, I would jump out of bed to stare him down to make sure he was urinating – and since he was on relaxers and had some trauma from the catheter, he was peeing almost constantly.

Chuck wanted out of my bedroom, though, so I started relaxing my watch on him, telling myself I couldn’t keep him locked up forever just out of fear he might block again. This was something he would deal with for the rest of his life, so I would have to be diligent in observing him, but he couldn’t just live in my bedroom.

Eventually, I ran out of the food that the vet hospital sent me home with (Hills Science C/D and Royal Canin S/O, both formulas specially made for cats with FLUTD), so I took a trip to PetSmart. Of course I had just gone a few days earlier and stocked up on food, so I brought that along to return.

I picked out a month’s worth of the Royal Canin S/O and brought it to the register. After I rang it up, the checkout woman asked me for my prescription card.

And here is where I made the dumbest mistake of my life. The C/D and S/O diets were referred to as prescription diets…but nobody told me I had to actually go to the vet and get a prescription. Why did this not occur to me? I have no idea! Maybe because I didn’t actually realize that pets needed to get prescriptions for food, something that seemed so weird to me. Either way, I didn’t have a prescription!

Embarrassed, I left PetSmart empty-handed. I called my vet, and they told me to come in the next day to get some dry food and the prescriptions. The next day, I returned to PetSmart to get some wet food. At the register, I proudly handed Chuck’s prescription to the checkout lady. Nope, I had to go all the way in the back to get a special PetSmart card verifying the prescription. On my third try, I was finally able to get the food to feed my poor cat.

A few weeks after his block, Chuck and Barry went in for their annual check-up and shots. The vet wanted to check Chuck’s urine for crystals, which meant I had to hold a tray underneath Chuckie while the vet massaged his bladder through his abdomen to encourage him to go. I don’t know how many times we tried – over and over – until finally Chuckie peed. The vet said the consistency looked normal, and called the next week to say that his urine still had some red blood cells but otherwise was fine.

Ever since his block a few weeks ago, Chuckie has been doing fine. His bald spot on his back still hasn’t grown in yet and I’m still following him to the litterbox whenever I notice him about to go, but it’s all the price of being a mom. Whatever it takes to make sure I have a happy, healthy Chuckie!




6 Questions to Ask Yourself Before Adopting a Pet in College


I wrote this article, “6 Questions to Ask Yourself Before Adopting a Pet in College” for my college’s chapter of Her Campus. You can read the article here.

I decided to write this article after discussions my roommate and I had over his decision to adopt a cat. When we were at PetSmart one day, he saw a little black and white kitty and fell in love with her. He immediately filled out a form to adopt, unsure whether it was the right choice. We had plenty of conversation about whether or not it was the right time for him or not, which is what inspired me to write this article.

The little girl’s name is Yvie (pictured below). Soon she’s going to get her own post about how she’s acclimated to our home with Chuck and Barry (spoiler alert: it hasn’t been going smoothly, but we have hope yet)!




Book Reviews by Chuckie

Chuck takes after his mom (me) and is a total little bookworm (Barry, on the other hand, prefers sports – particularly fetch and laser pointer). Chuckie likes to keep up with the things that I’m reading for class, and has a lot of opinions on the literature he consumes, so he decided to put together a book review post.

(Beware of spoilers)

As You Like It by William Shakespeare | ★★★✩✩


Chuck is pretty ambivalent towards Shakespeare – he neither loves nor hates him. As You Like It is Chuck’s favorite Shakespeare play (although, to be fair, he’s only read a hand full in his lifetime). Chuck loves this play because he is a sucker for a good romance and heartwarming scenes. Rosalind and Celia are, in Chuckie’s opinion, one of the cutest friendships in literature, and he definitely ships Rosalind and Orlando as a couple. He also enjoyed the humor of the play – he couldn’t help but laugh every time Rosalind was in disguise and Orlando didn’t recognize her. Chuckie gives this play three stars for it’s entertainment value and wholesome scenes, but only three stars because he has a hard time connecting to literature that is almost 400 years old.

Sula by Toni Morrison | ★★★★★


Whenever Chuckie thinks of Toni Morrison, he turns into that heart-eyes emoji because he LOVES her. Chuckie and I read Sula for my African-American Literature course a year ago, and Chuckie could not put that book down! He found Sula to be a gorgeous portrayal of friendship, community, family, love…just life in general. There were no heroes of the book, only stunningly real characters that Chuckie couldn’t help but feel sympathetic towards. When Nel’s husband cheated on her with Sula…man did Chuck feel the absolute pain radiating out of those book pages, and he had to put that book down for a while to process that heartbreaking scene. Chuckie thinks that Sula and all of Toni Morrison’s books are must-reads for all humans and cats, so that’s why he gives Sula a full five stars.

Smoke and Mirrors by Neil Gaiman | ★★★✬✩

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Chuck is a fan of horror and obscure stories, which is why he chose to read Smoke and Mirrors by Neil Gaiman. However, he has mixed feelings about it. He actually absolutely loves the short stories in the book. He finds they have fascinating topics, characters, settings. He loves that he can divulge them in bite-sized chunks right before he goes to bed.

But half of Smoke and Mirrors is narrative poetry, and for some reason, Chuckie isn’t a fan of it. Chuck actually really likes poetry, but he’s not a fan of the poetry in Smoke and Mirrors, but that might just be because he prefers his obscure fiction to be in prose instead of verse. Maybe that’s just a taste thing, but either way, Chuck gives this book three and a half stars.

“Chevrefoil” and “Lanval” by Marie de France ★★✬✩✩


Chuckie is partial to minority writers, including women, but he just could not really love  “Chevrefoil” and “Lanval.” He believes that it might be because old British literature is just not his thing, so that might be a subjective dislike of it. He’s heard that Marie de France was one of the best women writers of early British literature, and he’s sure that’s true. To be fair, he wouldn’t rate any other of de France’s contemporary writers any higher than he has rated her poems. Although Chuck is a sucker for love stories, he could not really feel any emotions towards the characters in these two poems, so he gives her poems two and a half stars.

Gravity’s Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon ★★★✩✩


Chuckie is only halfway through Gravity’s Rainbow, but he just had to talk about it right now (if you’ve ever read it, then you get why). Although Chuck doesn’t understand what’s going on half of the time in the book, he does recognize that it might be one of the most impressive books that he’s ever read.

It’s been a hard decision for Chuck to decide how much easy readability should influence the overall genius of a book. Is Gravity’s Rainbow genius even though it’s going to take multiple read-throughs to understand what is going on, if he ever does? Should good literature be more accessible? Regardless, after the first few episodes, Chuckie was able to find his groove and has gone on a roller-coaster of emotions throughout this book: pity, disgust, anger, confusion, fascination, shock, awe. And when Ludwig lost his pet lemming Ursula…the tears actually flower.

So, although Chuckie understands this book is a literary feat that must have taken a lot of research and intelligence to write, and even though he generally enjoys some of the episodes and some of the characters, he only rates it three stars due to its confusing episodes.

Do you agree or disagree with Chuckie’s reviews? Comment to let us know, and keep an eye out for his next review post!


The Top 10 Best Barry Bleps

Barry bleps. A lot. I’m always catching him in the act of it – I notice him sleeping, pink tongue sticking straight out of his mouth, and he’s completely unaware of it. I pat him lightly on the head and he wakes up – confused, he looks at me, the tongue still flopped out of his mouth, unaware that it’s happening. Sometimes I leave him in his ignorance, and sometimes I poke it, just for fun, then he licks his lips and stashes his tongue back where it belongs.

I’ve documented many, many Barry bleps. There’s nothing quite like his bleps that can get me creeping across a room, careful not to make a sound and disturb him, preparing my camera to sneakily snap a few pictures from every angle.

So I’ve decided to rank the top ten Barry bleps, from least-amazing-yet-amazing-blep to the Number One Blep.

10. Mini-blep


Nothing too extreme – this mini-blep is definitely a blep, but a subtle one at that.

9. The First Documented Blep


There’s nothing quite like finding out that your cat is a blepper and realizing that you get to experience in-person bleps for the rest of your life. Plus, a kitten blepping might be the most precious thing I’ve ever seen.

8. Playing Dead Blep


Okay, maybe he’s just sleeping and not doing a trick, but check out that leg positioning, check out that chunky-looking blep. This picture is slightly unsettling and extremely adorable.

7. Cherub Mini-Blep


Barry’s chubby and innocent-looking face in this photo reminds me of a cherub. Do you think cherubs blep? Or is Barry a trail-blazer?

6. Bird-watching Blep


What’s better than staring at birds with your tongue hanging out of your mouth??? Barry would argue, “nothing!”

5. The Birthday Blep 


The birthday was mine, and as a birthday present, Barry decided to grace me with one of the most intense bleps I’ve ever seen! This blep is full-tongue awesomeness.

4. Shocked Blep

What’s better than a cat looking super surprised? A cat looking super surprised with a super-blep on his face!

3. Sleeping Super-Blep


This blep – with Barry sleeping and looking like a pure angel – is the most serene thing I’ve ever seen.

2. Hungover Blep


So, obviously Barry doesn’t drink because he is a cat, but if you’re familiar with hangovers, then you know that this photo of Barry encapsulates the feeling perfectly.

1. The Angry Blep

This is the all-time best blep that Barry has ever done: that devilish glare, that silly tongue hanging out of his mouth. Am I supposed to be taking his anger seriously? Am I supposed to be laughing at that tongue? The mysteriousness and weirdness of this blep is why it has been awarded the title of Number One Blep.

Honorable Mention: Chuckie’s Mini-Mini-Blep 


Chuckie never bleps, so I only have this one photo. I figured it deserved an honorable mention – although the smallest of bleps, it’s still a special blep in it’s own right.

So those are the best of the bleps! Comment and let me know if you think I have the right ranking, and show me picks of your own kitty’s bleps!