This is Firestar. I woke him so I could put his favorite toy beside him.
(You thought you would make fun of me by putting up a picture of Tomoko. Well, I'm telling, too.)Firestar likes this toy. He used to fetch it for my son, before he decided that game was for kitties. He still carries it around. I tried to get a picture, but he saw me and dropped it. I guess he feels silly being seen playing with a
dog toy.
However, and this is absutely true, he actually plays war games with it. I have caught him at it at least twice.
I would be awakened by the sound of distressed cat meows and hurry to find out what it was. What I found was Firestar, wrapped around this toy, rolling across the floor and biting it ferociously. Then, realizing he was being watched, he would stop, sit up and look at me as if to say, "
What?"
He was doing it last night, but I didn't get up to watch.
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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 Firestar. I woke him so I could put his favorite toy beside him. (You thought you would make fun of me by putting up a picture of Tomoko. Well, I'm telling, too.)
3 comments:
Hey. Even the marines play war games, Ducky. A cat has to keep in shape some how.
As to this being a dog toy, what better enemy for a cat? You will notice Old Rover isn't faring too well under that big, fat nose of his. Doggies beware!
Rrrrooowwwwlllll!
I love that look from cats, that says, "What!"
One of the funniest things on earth. And they all do it so well.
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