This is just another example of how humans try to side-step their responsibilities.What fun is this? The whole point of a door is to have it closed so we can yowl about getting to the other side. Then our slave/peon has to get up from whatever useless thing they've occupied themselves with and attend to our needs. This just takes that away. I don't understand the point.Well, there was no input on the Kitten of the Month, so I guess it's assigned months. I get to go first. Bevie finally finished using up the roll of film and now must get it developed. Hopefully, there are no thumbs in the way and at least one of my adorable poses was captured correctly. We'll see.Rufus, this means you are the February Kitten of the Month. Have your slave write up something short and cute for you. Oh, and we need a picture. She can either post one on her blog (so Bevie can copy it and then post it here), or she can email it. If there is a better way, have her contact Bevie and provide the details.
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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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This is just another example of how humans try to side-step their responsibilities.
2 comments:
I'm trying to keep Rufus away from the computer - he needs to get out and get some exercise.
I'll see if I can take some new photos but I'm promising nothing. If he keeps scratching when he's feeling moody and Bonnie keeps waking us up at 5am for cuddles then they could both be out on the street by February.
You humans are an intolerant lot, aren't you? What's a few scratches when we're such cute things? And haven't you learned that, with cats, you have to take cuddles when we're ready to give them?
Throw them out on the street? How could you? After all, it is their house, you know?
Rufus, don't worry about it. I have the same problem with Bevie. Sit with your back to her for a bit. That'll fix her.
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