Today is the 23rd and, as I expect the rest of the week to be somewhat hectic, I am preloading Caturday.
George, Shitcake Extraordinare. After I take a shower, he wants his treats and they have to be given to him on the middle shelf of a bookcase, in a glass custard cup, which is his treats dish. If I don't give them to him, he'll knock that cup on the (thankfully) carpeted floor.
Bella, my friend's cat, is hiding upstairs at her house:
Bella is about 3 years old, is a sweet cat and is half the size of her other cat, Rocky (see last week's Caturday). At times Rocky tries to be friends, at other times he tries to beat the shit out of her. So she hates him. When I pet Bella, she will move around so she can nudge my other hand as if to say: "You have two hands, get to work adoring me."
and of course, Gracie, the Queen:
She is complaining as I type this because I am not petting her enough.
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5 comments:
We don't own them. They own us.
carlos didnt like his xmas present - so he aint talking to me right now
Cats think you should give them presents more than once or twice a year.
George has trained you well.
Fortunately, Crackers is just a big orange catloaf whose favorite thing in the world is sleep, so he doesn't really care about treats (he'll eat them if proffered, but doesn't demand them) or toys.
Catnip OTOH...
Cats are fucking hilarious.
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