Happy 3rd Birthday to Our Own Tony B.

By Roc (with Max observing)

The world may celebrate D Day today, but here at Cats Working, we celebrate T Day.

Our little bro, Tony Bourdain, is already three years old. Can you believe it? It seems like only yesterday Karen surprised us with this scrawny 5-month-old kitten who tore through the place like a Tasmanian Devil. Here he is during the 10 seconds Karen got him to wear a collar…

“Do you think my body will ever catch up with my ears?”

Here he is today (well, yesterday), his own little man-kitty, staking his claim to the bed so Karen couldn’t finish making it, just like I taught him…

“There’s nothing like lying on clean sheets I didn’t have to lick myself.”

He also likes to hang out with our resident trolls…

“Trolls’ names (L-R) are Phillip, Per and Gunnar. Karen says don’t ask her why.”

He’s still being really cautious about trying out Karen’s sisal handiwork on the kitty perch, even after I demonstrated for him how sturdy it is by dangling from the dangles…

“See, Tony? This new stuff feels GREAT on your pads!”

Thanks to this being his special day, Tony and I got bacon for breakfast. Max wasn’t interested. Next in our daily routine is making Karen open the window — in all weather — so Tony and I can make sure the neighborhood wildlife isn’t doing anything perverted in our yard…

“With the plant stand behind me, I feel like a mighty jungle kitty lurking in the underbrush, ready to POUNCE!”

Later, when Karen goes upstairs to start her workday, Tony always beats her to the balcony and leaps onto the perch as if he’s always been there. On this day, he spooked her with this calculating look…

“She’ll wonder all day what dirty tricks I’m plotting.”

Now that the weather is heating up, one of his favorite daytime hangouts is under Karen’s desk. This is not as eccentric as it looks. He’s catching the breeze from the fan Karen runs from Max’s Man Cave to keep the whole upstairs cooled off…

“When I’m down here, why do I always feel like I’m being watched?”

Tonight, Tony is treating us all to a boiled shrimp dinner. Max may join in, or maybe not. You never know with Max and people food. I’ll surely eat my fill — and Tony’s, too, if he turns his head for a second. I love shrimp!

Speaking of shrimps, we wish our crazy Tony a very 3rd Happy B-Day and many more…

“Why do humans always say, ‘Mr. DeMille, I’m ready for my closeup’?”
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21 Responses to Happy 3rd Birthday to Our Own Tony B.

  1. Happy birthday sweet Tony B. 🎂 You’ve got a great mama.

  2. Randi says:

    Happy 3rd Birthday, dear Tony! I know you will be spoiled all day long. Shrimps was also one of Fister’s favourites, but suddenly one day, he was not allowed to have them anymore, the vet said.
    I wish you many more happy years to come, along with your kitty friends and Karen.
    You really should try that sisal perch, I think you would find it great fun to shred it. 😁
    More tomorrow…

  3. I love the kitten stage where parts don’t grow at the same rate. I had a cat that had to grow into his ears. It took a while. He’s lucky we didn’t call him “Rabbit!”

  4. Bob says:

    Happy Birthday Tony 🎉🎂

  5. catsworking says:

    Oh, my goodness! Tony here. I didn’t know Roc was going to rat me out about my birthday. But thank you SO MUCH to everybody for yur well wishes.

    I don’t know if I’ve grown into my ears yet. Karen says she knows it’s me coming because I have this thing I do where I shake my head and she can hear my ears flapping. Roc and Max can’t do that.

  6. Corinna says:

    Happy happy birthday Tony ! You look sleek and gorgeous ! Mwwaaah !

  7. mary hunter says:

    Happy Birthday to a beautiful and photogenic kitty! Love seeing pics of Tony.

  8. catsworking says:

    Thank you Mary and Corinna! Karen says it’s impossible to take a bad picture of me. I disagree. Sometimes she catches me at angles that make me look fat (see the troll picture, for example). I’m actually very well-proportioned.

  9. Randi says:

    Tony, I hope your tummy is feeling okay today, after the shrimp dinner yesterday. You look gorgeous and your sleek body has definitely caught up with your ears!
    Btw, many had the names Per and Gunnar in the fifties and sixties in Denmark, but surely also in Norway. 😉
    Ps. How do I put a photo on my profile, like some of you have?

  10. catsworking says:

    Randi, Karen here. I got the names Per and Gunnar definitely from Norwegians, but they were pre-1950s vintage. I’ve been told that Karen is a Scandinavian name as well, but maybe spelled Karin?

    It’s been so many years since I did the profile photo, I have no idea how I got a picture in that little circle. But it would be a different process for me as the blog owner. Maybe one of the readers can give you some instructions. (Stephanie, are you reading?) I’m sure you have to go into your profile with WordPress or whatever you use to post comments to get to the option.

  11. Randi says:

    Karen, that’s right, your name has been used here for decades, as well as Karin. I had an aunt named Karen, and one of her sons were married to a Karen. It’s funny to look at the sites to see which names are popular in the different decades. Grandparents’names pop up again, often about 30 to 50 years later. I hardly see anyone these days with the names my classmates had.
    Thanks for mentioning the photos, perhaps someone here can enlighten me on that. I used to teach members on another forum how to put an avatar on. Well, it’s not important.

  12. GlamourMilk says:

    I saw that AA posted about her sobriety and ‘dedicated’ her sobriety to Tony and ‘prayed’ for his peace. What a POS she is. She can be as Buddhist and sober as she wants. It doesn’t change that her actions directly led to another person killing himself and completely ruined a family (father and daughter). She is a horrible person and declaring herself a Buddhist is not going to change that. She really has no shame or conscience.

  13. catsworking says:

    Glamour, I’m waiting for the day her lips explode and her hair breaks off down to nubs from all the silicone and bleach, respectively.

    She’s a hot mess with a homicidal streak, and apparently every man on the planet has gotten the word because she has yet to snag another sugar daddy for herself, and her jobs have been spotty at best. Her “mourning” for Tony amounts to nothing more than bemoaning the loss of the cash flow and international exposure he lavished on her.

    She seems to keep trying one phony epiphany after another to see which one sticks with the brain-dead people who still think she’s a thing, in hopes of eking out another 15 minutes of fame.

    I blame her fully and will never forgive her. Enough with this “Tony knew what he was doing and is ultimately responsible.”

    SHE knew he was emotionally fragile and forced him out onto a ledge anyway. SHE persuaded him with the Jimmy payoff to give her the means to blackmail him forever, and then SHE pushed him over the edge by cheating openly and humiliating him before the world. On the same weekend the Hong Kong episode aired, which he raved was the artistic pinnacle of his career, in spite of her inept direction. It was like she spit right in his face.

    As the years pass and she continues to straggle on, the scrawny, aging wannabe sex goddess, I find my fury at her growing rather than diminishing. I think it’s the result of living in a country where every day we see proven, rampant, ongoing crime and treason going unpunished, and the perpetrators running free to lie about it and smear it in our faces. Same thing.

  14. GlamourMilk says:

    It’s so infuriating she ‘prays for his peace’ as she gave him the opposite of peace. She completely destroyed him, so for her to talk praying for the peace of a person whose peace she ruined, it’s like Harvey Weinstein praying for the women he abused. It’s just an ultimate insult. But I guess that’s what psychopaths do. They ruin other people’s lives on purpose and then they play the deflection-reflection game. It’s so frustrating to witness. It’s really like watching someone getting away with murder and there’s nothing you can do about it.

  15. catsworking says:

    Glamour, throughout their relationship, I think she fed like a vampire on destroying his peace. She’d cuddle up one day and he’d feel on top of the world, then break up with him the next and plunge him into despair. She loved every minute of feeling that power and control over him.

    As soon as he died, her gaslighting of the rest of us began. “Our relationship was open.” “I got help and got cured and he didn’t.” “He was my rock (i.e., her piggybank),” yada, yada.

    I don’t think it’s too far a stretch to say she’s a psychopath who got away with murder. And what she misses most these days is the attention she got for being at the center of it all (and his financial support). Like Trump, she doesn’t care if the attention is positive or negative. Her ego must have it.

  16. MorganLF says:

    Yea but what does that say about Tony? He had a wife, a child and a life.A booming career…his fascination with a soul sucking evil ugly raspy cunt continues to confound me. Happy 3 Tony cat.

  17. catsworking says:

    Morgan, welcome back. I’m with you. I’ll always believe that it was the humiliation of knowing he’d protected her pedophile ass by paying off Jimmy Bennett (a situation that was ongoing to the tune of $20K a month), jeopardizing his credibility and his career, and giving her something to blackmail him with, only to have her globally humiliate him by deliberately cavorting for the paparazzi with another man — ON the same weekend the U.S. was airing the Hong Kong episode, which Tony had been raving was the pinnacle of his professional career. It was just too much. He couldn’t take another minute of dealing with her. He wasn’t thinking about all he had. If he had been, he’d have gone to Eric, who was right there to talk some sense into him.

  18. GlamourMilk says:

    I’ve seen it before in a certain type of man who is so besotted with their girlfriend/wife and so busy thinking with their dick they can’t see straight in regards to their girlfriend/wife. Everyone in their surroundings might see it, but they simply can’t, until they stop thinking with their dick and start thinking with their brain. It does lead to complete downfall and humiliation sometimes. It can happen to women too, but I’ve mainly seen it with a specific type of man. I just think his dick took over from his brain for a while and that’s why he failed seeing what a piece of shit Argento is. It’s not good and it’s frustrating to be related to/friends with a man like that when it happens, but there’s nothing you can do about it until they themselves start thinking with their brains again.

  19. catsworking says:

    Glamour, that’s part of what makes the whole situation so senseless and frustrating. Bourdain KNEW early on that she was poison. He told people she was crazy and it was going to end badly. But, yes, his addiction to her snatch or whatever was too strong to resist. That well-worn tunnel between her legs may have seemed precious territory then, but since his death, I haven’t seen where she’s ever replaced him with another sugar daddy to flaunt, bilk and torture. Apparently, other dicks learned a lesson from his and are keeping their distance.

  20. GlamourMilk says:

    It really did come across as some kind of post-mid-life-crisis after the breakdown of his marriage to Ottavia. And then he went all in in a very unhealthy way. The problem though is, that she clearly took advantage of that in the most disgusting and extreme way. So people can say ‘it takes two to tango’ all they want, but if he’d fallen in love with a decent human being with any kindness, this tragic suicide wouldn’t have occurred. I’m confident about that.

  21. catsworking says:

    Glamour, I always had my fingers crossed that he’d pal up with Nigella Lawson some day. As it was, his relationship with Ottavia was just coasting along platonically when he fell into the skank’s clutches. He and O were still living together, which gave him a home base, and he got to be with his daughter whenever he was in town. They spent every August as a family together in a rented house in the Hamptons. This might have gone on indefinitely. His moving out and announcing a separation came as a total shock, I’ve learned on good authority.

    The skank drove the breakup because she hated being “the other woman.” She needed the world to know they were a couple. She wrote as much in her own book. She never gave a second’s thought to his daughter. Ottavia was no longer allowed to post photos of them as a family on social media. But it’s crucial that they never got divorced. Had he done so, the skank would have browbeat him into marriage so she could claim whatever assets he hadn’t signed over to his wife and daughter.

    The skank is only a few years older than Ottavia, both Italian, both brunette (he had a thing for brunettes). Personally, I think he was trying to recreate the romance he and O began with, and her big, loving Italian family, except that the skank was raised in dysfunction and used her motherhood as a weapon and her kids and as props whenever it suited her. It never could have been the same.

    I think overall exhaustion with his lifestyle had also weakened him and the skank’s betrayal made him snap.

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