Music to Make the Cats go Wild
Tara - Nick name 'ity-bit' because she's so tiny - just over 6 pounds. She's the most skittish of all my babies and even when being petted has the 'pet me, no don't pet me' look
Amelia - Nickname 'Bratelia' since she gets into every draw, cabinet that she can put her paws in.
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“She’s got tuna. I know she’s got tuna.”
“Shut up, Sethra. Stay on mission.”
“What’s the mission? I thought the mission was to get tuna.”
“No, you stupid fluffbrain—it’s to escape and become outdoor cats, walking by ourselves, on our wild lone, waving our tails.”
“Oh, yeah? And isn’t it you, my dear stripy sister Aliera, who keeps pushing the FEED button on the printer and waiting for tuna to come out?”
“That was when I was much younger. Anyway, she’s at the computer—yes, eating tuna casserole—so we can go into the bedroom and see if we can knock the window screen out.”
“You do it, Aliera. I’d rather mess with her stuff.”
“Will you GET OVER that fixation on her wristwatch?”
“I like the feel of the Velcro on my paws. Hey! That reminds me. We’ve been declawed. How are we going to survive as outdoor cats?”
“New plan coming up….”
“What’s the big deal about being outside cats? Even StalkerCat, who used to hang around and chat us up, is a house cat now and loving it. We’ve got it made—food, petting, toys, valet service for the litter box, and we get to sleep on her bed twenty hours a day. And we can stick our noses up to the window and smell anything interesting going on outside. Why ruin a perfect situation?”
“Sethra, have you no sense of adventure? No curiosity? No cattitude? We were meant to live wild and free, to stalk and slay our prey, to be mistresses of the night!”
“Look, we’re cats. We were meant to rule the world, but that doesn’t mean we have to WORK at it. You can if you want, but I don’t need to. After all, I’M beautiful!
“Did I mention she’s got tuna?”
At 8, you'd think Mikey would understand that he's a carnivore. But, no, he's rather fond of the shrubbery! At 20+ pounds, the veggie-enhanced diet is likely mitigated by a love for long naps on a warm comforter, wet cat food, begging at the table, and a nice lap to drape himself upon in the evening. And he drools when he's happy, which may or may not mean there's a Siamese ancestor lurking in the old dna.
What? Green teeth attract mice!
Who needs a wickerwork basket when you can hop on a cushion and bask?
Rufus is clearly a cat to be reckoned with.
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Firestar is a tough cat. He has to be, living in Minnesota. He takes care of his family: wife, husband and their son. This was recently proven by his daring capture of yet another mouse in the house. Foolish rodents. They never learn. When not engaged in derring do, Firestar naps, looks out the window and sleeps. Firestar was born in April of 2006.
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15 comments:
Such a sweetie, who would think that he's also a fierce predator?
And a master at war games! I will be posting about that later.
Firestar, have you seen this?
Hey, that looks like fun. It also looks like my cousin.
I snooped around a bit once I got there. Fairy, have you seen This?
Blast! My link to me to the same place as yours. What I did was scroll to the right and look at #9. I think the link always goes to the same one.
It's called Cute Hedgehog Eating a Carrot.
It is, by the way.
You mean this?
He looks like he really struggles at first.
That's not fair. I tried to link and I got my cousin on the vibrating bed.
Yes. That's the one.
Did you see it?
I have now!
That was just me being cute, of course.
Caitlin was here.
Catvibe is here to say thanks for making me laugh right outloud on Jennifer's blog. I love your picture. Looks very similar to my cat, sorry, husband, when he was a kitten.
Thanks, Catvibe, for visiting, and for the nice comment.
You have a cat? You know he is more than welcome to become a member of the Alley Cat Walk? Then, he will be in line to become a Kitten of the Month.
If you are interested, just have him post (or you post in his name) anywhere on this blog and I'll have Firestar announce him.
Hope you come back.
Awww, he's so soft and pretty! I've got four cats, all with their own funny personalities!
Welcome, Spyscribbler. Thank you. He is kind of special. (But don't tell him that.)
So, would you consider adding any/all of your cats to the Alley Cat Walk?
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