Sunday Selfie: We've Been Busy

Well, I suppose that depends on your definition of 'BUSY', doesn't it? What it seems to mean around here is the Human goes about her activities and mostly leaves us to our own devices during the daytime. We make our own fun.

Sometimes, when Buddy gets tired of wreaking havoc in Bethlehem, and I have whapped the floppy fish into submission (Thanks, Auntie Karin!), I let him join me in a sunpuddle. Friday, I even allowed him to rest his ginormous smelly BoyCat paws on my sweet little tum. I don't know what came over me; just LOOK at the size of them, compared to my delicate little GirlCat feetz. 

He's just HUGE.

Sunday Selfie: Take Some Cat Love

At last . . . front and center on my own blog! It's been furever since I didn't 

have to share  with that tabby barbarian.

And I have a little story for you, and your people too.

The Human was out walking a couple of weeks ago, and came upon this:

Take some cat love?  Well, sure! She's on board with that!

So of course she took some.

Because, really, isn't life still pretty weird for all the Humans?

Sunday Selfie: Happy 2022!

 

Tales of the Tailios

 

Gigi has quite a nice tailio, I think. It is thick, and multicolored, and contrasts nicely with her snowy furs. Mine is so-so; it's long enough I guess, but not floofy, and so looks a bit anemic for my body type. I think I would be handsomer if I had more heft in my rear appendage.

 

We've Been Good, Santa!

Here it is the week before Christmas, and what is simple-minded Buddy posting about? Right! Me whapping ornaments and him smashing angels. Get with the program, brother!

I am going to have to be more strict about previewing and editing his posts. 

But to do that, I need to stay awake, and napping is so tempting....

 

Sunday Selfie: So Many Things, So Little Time

You already know what a Very Good Boy I am, so that's not really the issue here.

No, the real issue is how irresponsible and unreasonable it is of the Human to put out all these Angels and expect Gigi and me to show the kind of superfeline restraint that should not be expected from even the most domesticated of kitties, which we certainly are not!

Now Gigi is more an ornament-batting kind of gal. Me, I prefer my victims to have faces, and to silently scream in shock and dismay when they are rudely dumped on their keisters (do angels even have those?) 

So far, I have spared them. But temptation is strong and there are still many days till Crispmouse. Stay tuned!