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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You know, Bevie, you really should clean your closet.
This may work.
Ah, my new toy!
Rats!
Laundry day.
Heck of a day.
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That's a wonderful picture diary of Firestar's day, Bevie.
Rufus likes lying on the clean laundry and he's cross that I've taken the basket and I'm using it.
Firestar was all over the place yesterday and I took several pictures. That's what inspired this post. The only picture not taken yesterday was the last. But as that is a frequent pose of his I felt excused.
Good photo journal. Perhaps I'll take a photo journal of Amelia as she follows me around the house in the morning demanding I play with her.
If I'm on my exercise bike, she jumps on my lap until I fling her toy around.
And what of Bonnie fairyhedgehog? Seems Rufus tends to get all the attention!
Thanks Lisa.
I'm staying out of this one. Rufus hasn't been declawed.
We don't declaw cats in the UK. Or not that I've heard of, anyway.
Bonnie is a little sweetie. You'll hear more about her if we get talking about cat food or waking people up in the middle of the night for a cuddle.
It's their birthday next Sunday and I want to take some pictures and put them up.
From what I've read recently, I was entirely wrong to have it (declawing) done to Firestar. I shall not have it done to any other cat.
That's a shame, Bevie. It sound like one of those things that you wish you'd known at the time. We all have those...
Yes. I was under the impression I was being intelligent.
what, Bonnie likes a middle of the night cuddle - how sweet - well the cuddle party that is, prefer it not to be in the middle of the night - but I must admit, I do love the sound of a purring cat.
None of my babies are declawed, I had read about it a while ago learning how wrong it was.
I had previously declawed cats before that point.
I suppose it's like bobbing tails off horses and puppies. Someone figured out how to do it, and by the time word could get around about why it was bad, the practice had become widespread.
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