Today was a Katharine Hepburn day on TCM channel, and several of these movies were new to me.
I decided to do a marathon Katharine Hepburn watch but failed to let the kitties know I planned to do it in my bedroom, where I can lie down and watch a larger television than the one in the front room. Also, if I watch in the front room, the boys bug me to bring out the kitty toys, definitely a distraction! (If fun — don’t let me tell you otherwise.)
I started out on the front room television.
Dougy hinted broadly he wanted to play…
Other naiughtiness meant to attract my attention: caught in the act of knocking over the wastepaper basket.
Once in bed, I thought I was safe from kitty intervention. But no! Dougy came in, hopped onto the bed, walked up and down my body, and made biscuits — painfully! — on my side. I pet him until he hopped off the bed. A few minutes later, he repeated this performance. I wasn’t getting his hint: Kitties rank over legendary Hollywood goddesses! Oh dear!
I sat on the edge of my bed, and Andy came over to put his forepaws on my knee. My knee is permanently scabbed over because Andy does this to get my attention. It works, too, because his claws always are out just enough to snag my skin.
OK! OK! I get the hint, kitties! I turned off the television and we played kitty games. Now, it’s time for a nap. A cat nap.
Should have let them watch “Bringing up Baby”. They would have had someone to relate to.
Ha! Ha! That was a great movie, and you are right!
Cats do not much like being ignored. George gets my attention by repeating over and over and over….
How true! Andy comes over and pats me on the arm. He doesn’t want anything more than me to acknowledge him. If I try to sleep in, Dougy freaks out and harasses me in bed by walking on me and “kneading bread” on the most exposed skin he can find. Ouch!
They sound like healthy and much loved cats. It’s obvious to me that they regard you with affection.
They are that! I think Dougy regards me as his human, and gets jealous of Andy when I give him attention. Andy, on the other hand, rather I not give him attention because he associates me with medicine…! Ha
Of course Dougy regards you as his human – you gave him your name. 😀
He got that name because, like me, he’s a bit chubby. LOL! (Not really, though that is a coincidental similarity between us.)
A cat wanting attention is a Force of Nature… 🙂
And how! And they definitely work out what gets your attention, too. Both my boys know tipping wastepaper baskets is a sure thing to get me on the ball feeding them.
Oh my those boy are not a Katherine Hepburn fan, nor a fan of giving Doug a day off.
Love that first photo of Dougy. Handsome boy.
Hard to believe, but they just don’t like old movies! (Yeah, he is! Thanks!)
I am glad to hear you have a diverse background,there is hope passed the world’s of cats and hair balls
My interests are broad, but the heading of the blog kind of defines what I might write about: “surviving retirement with two cats”. I try to keep it there, but “surviving retirement” can take me anywhere.
How can you neglect real life kitties for a dead actor? Tststs … *If my two annoy me too much, I just shoo them away, close the door behind them and relax …
Ultimately, that is what I did! (Also, Katharine Hepburn may be dead, but she was something else!)
Oh Poor Katherine Hepburn didn’t have a chance with these two brothers!!
In fact, no!