We got a late start today. Or maybe it was a we-got-a-very-early-start-pooped-out-took-our-naps-then-restarted-late today. Just a matter of which end of the morning you look at!
Dougy celebrated waking up again by stretching and scratching the settee, like the bad kitty he is. Even the photo stinks of bad kittyness:
Then he sat, regal little cat, giving me his best Persian kitty pose:
Andy slept in the dryer till I made a visit to the bathroom, then he hopped down, stretched, walked into the front room, sat down, forgot himself for a moment, and was trapped (without effort!) by Doug (the human one), who hadn’t forgotten Andy still needed his heart medication.
Unhappy kitty about to get medicine…!
Andy took his medicine like a pouty little poopyhead, but he took it all right! Then he regrouped on Doug’s shoulder. It looks like a happy moment (which, in some respects it was…), but Doug can vouch that Andy’s front claws were dug deep into his shoulder! Youch!
The business of the day done, we all went back to doing our things. (Poor Andy has such a sad face in the last photo! “Poor me! I suffer so!”)
Yeah, poor Andy! He was very stressed out in that bottom photo because I’d just given him his medicine!
That bottom picture is really good (both of you look good – but he’s cuter) 🙂
Love that last photo of you and Mr Adorable. We bought a new bed and the old one was removed an the new one brought in today.
Ali showed her disapproval by leaving me a huge hair ball.
She is adjusting.
Poor Andy! He’s a good little guy, no matter how much he protests his medicine! Of course, I massage his shoulders, then give him kitty treats after he endures the medicine so there is some positive associations with the process.
I can imagine how Ali has a reaction to the new bed. Poor kitty! We all know cats don’t like change in their environment unless it is edible, moves in an interesting way, or can be scratched and be claimed as “MINE!”
Laughing! I have a feeling that, being cats, they were using much stronger language. All of the cats I know do.
Watch out for tomorrow for the medication time…honor must be revenged.
Well, I guarantee the tone Andy uses when protesting medicine suggests an equivalency with a certain phrase that involves a physical impossibility…! (Just because he looks like a poor little kitty doesn’t mean he hasn’t picked up a few bad words from me…!)
Great finishing shot! You’re made for each other. 🙂
Thanks! Andy actually is a very sweet little cat, though he protests his medicine. He lets me hold him longer than Dougy does, though both boys are letting me hold them longer the older cats they become.
Oh yes I noticed. about 5 years old they seem to start settling down and really getting snuggly. 🙂
The boys turn four on July 1st, so I have a bit more than a year to go before they (might) become snuggly kitties!
Usually around 4 to 5 they become adults and settle down. So who knows, you might be in for a couple of “lap cats”. 🙂
Two cats fighting for my lap would be hilarious, I think! I could handle two if they could handle sharing me. That reclinber you see in some of the photos is perfect for accommodating me with two lap cats, I think.
Yes! Perfect size. It’s when they start snuggling up against you in bed that it gets tricky. Waking up and finding that you’re clinging to the edge with only a small corner of the pillow. One up against your back splayed out across the bed and the other over flowing your pillow. 🙂
LOL! Had a dog that’d crowd me out of bed! I think the boys are small enough that even two of them might not be sufficient to bump me onto the floor should they both decide they want to sleep with me!
That’s a really nice pic of you and Andy!
It’s a selfie! I had to take two to get one.
We went for a hair cut for the fur bean not a happy pet not at all but we solve that by a new toy all is forgiven she is now laying on top of her toys curled up in my side
My boys have the 7th of May to look forward to for their next haircut, and they still are unaware of what’s to come. Mwahahahahaha!
Poor little sad Andy. (I hope your shoulder heals, eventually.)
I have tough shoulders, fortunately, but he has sharp claws!