Andy always knows the exact thing to do on Caturday.
Andy will get back to you when he’s rested up….!
Andy doesn’t share his stacked carrier aerie lightly. Or at all! So he is alarmed when he smells a stink that shouldn’t be there!
A new smell on his towel. Not good! Not good!
Grrr! Andy knows that stink: It’s DOUGY!
Andy looks left and right….
Grrr! Where is that rascal?
Right under Andy’s very sensitive nose!
Dougy feels pretty smug about it. “Made you look, Andy! Hee! Hee!”
On the other paw, Andy now has the very highly craved walker. Oh Dougy! You played a game and lost!
“But I got the equally craved kitty lounger! Andy can’t have it all!”
Well played, Dougy.
Dougy the kitten used to put his front paw on my arm when he slept by me on the computer desk. Now that he is a mature cat, he steps it up and wraps both front and hind legs around my arm. So much for using the mouse or much else! (So I did manage to take the photo with my smart phone, using my left hand and left thumb. Even I was amazed!)
Oh well, come winter, I’ll appreciate the arm warmer!
Dougy wants something from Doug, his human. Hint! Hint! What could that be?
It starts out simply enough with Dougy and Andy perched on favorite pieces of furniture, doing nothing.
> Purr! Purr! Purr! < Dougy seems content…for the moment.
Andy’s also content on the recliner arm…
Dougy’s sends out hints. (He flexes his extended paw…menacingly!)
Uh oh! Andy gets the point! Will the human?
Dougy gets up to block the television. “It’s all about me! Stop watching that!”
“OK, Dougy! I get the message!”
“Oh yeah! Oh yeah!” Dougy gets scritched! “Between the eyes now, puh-lease!”
Happy kitty, happy home!
…and don’t you forget it!
Sorry for all the updates appearing in your e-mails. I’m having issues with the “improved” editor. It wants to save before I am ready for it to save, then I find out (after I’ve posted) that there are unwanted things posted or things I changed and thought were included in the update that are missing. I HATE THE “IMPROVED” EDITOR!
Andy gives me such soulful looks of despair when I catch him to give him his medicine. Tears your heart out, then stomps on it, but he has to have his medicine.
I snatched Andy off the floor when he stopped by for loving…. Whew! That was easy, and now I can get his medicine out of the way for the day.
Then he gives me “The Look”. Awwwww…!
Dougy gets upset when Andy comes near his ottoman, and Andy gets upset when Dougy gets too close to the stacked carriers he likes to use for a sleeping platform.
Though they don’t look to me to resolve their conflicts, they often turn these “intrusions” into a reason to chase the other brother all over the apartment till both are tired or bored with the game.
“What’s the matter, Dougy?!”
“Andy’s looking at me!!!”
“You are a big baby, Dougley! Can’t you see I’m looking at the human?”
“Well, you might be looking at me….!”
Sometimes I think my cats are like children.
Never mind when they get me up to give them kitty food, Andy and Dougy would rather I didn’t wake them up after they eat and take their kitty naps. (Living with kitties is following their rules!)
Full and sleepy after eating kitty food, Dougy wants to enjoy his nap.
“Don’t make me open the other eye…!” I dare to interrupt Dougy’s nap. Whew!
“Both eyes are open now! Prepare to suffer the ‘Invincible Kitty Death Rays of Retribution and End of Life As You Know It!'” Oh dear! Dougy’s about to activate his laser eyes!
My cat adventure started off with the fated kitten, Freckles. Louie the ginger cat was meant to be her companion, but she died after surgery, barely six months old. Louie was fated, too. I had him only 22 months before he died of lymphoma, but he was a great introduction to cats.
Louie was a big cat. Sometimes he’d jump up on your lap without warning.
Louie usually slept with his tail curled under this way.
My favorite photo of Louie’s tail.
Louie postage stamps.
Door warning. (Louie wasn’t mean, but he was big.)
Louie loved the snow!
Louie ended up on coffee mugs, too. Lots of them.
Louie liked to watch the scene outside the back door.
This one is the day Louie had an epiphany: The bottom part of his lair barfs water! He was very, very alarmed!
In his spare time, Louie was a kitty super hero. (Captain Me-Ow)
Louie enjoyed World Cup and had favorite teams, you bet!
Louie’s nemesis, TACO! (Dougy and Andy thought Taco was scary.)
They meet under the fir tree…!
Louie climbed on the kitchen table to check out this bouquet. Bad kitty!
His veterinarian estimated him to be five years old when I got him, so I anticipated having him for 10-15 more years. Not to be.