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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14 comments:
Very sheik, Mikey. Nice to see you eat your vegetables.
I especially like *hic* the nip. Furless Wonder keeps the plant on the table, too high to reach.
Bevie and Spouse don't keep nip in the house. In fact, now that I think of it, nearly all of the plants have disappeared. Couldn't have anything to do with me, though.
Oh, they do have the one. A tiny cactus. You ever chew on cactus, Mikey? Don't.
I once had a dog that ate a cactus garden. He seemed to love it, but you know how dogs can be.
The plants in this house are behind closed doors for some odd reason.
Dogs. Don't get me started. They'll eat anything - if you know what I mean?
How's Fred?
Yes, we know what you mean, Firestar. And we can't get you started on dogs because, to the best of my knowledge, the closest you've ever been to one is on opposites of a screen door.
Fred thanks you for the shout out. He's very busy trying out every possible bed in the house. Last night it was the wet towel by the water bowl. The dog had crashed into the bowl and made a mess, of course. The wet towel only gets 1 sheep for bed quality.
And yes, Firestar. I know exactly what you mean - all too well. But it is one way that I know my oldest dog is feeling good. Hard to be around him when he's panting in my face though.
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Oh, and Sarah. Thank you for the nice comment you gave me on fairyhedgehog's blog. I commented back there, too.
In case anyone is wondering about the deleted comments, two were advertising and one was my response.
Sorry for letting them through, but my head is still stuffed and it hurts.
Wow... Mikey sounds like an interesting kitten!
Congrats on the Kitten of the month nomination!
Sherkhan
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