I frustrated Andy’s effort to knock a pen off the end table…
…the fly came by!
[Cold weather must be coming when three flies decide to come in to my home. I am trying to swat them, as so are the kitty boys, but these seem to be Super Flies. UGH! Our motto here: Die fly, die!]
Talk about serendipity, the headline showing in the newspaper says: Small Animal Shows How. Andy does just that today! (OK, it actually says Small Animal Show Held, but my cousin would have used my version and published Andy being a cat in her paper if she had only known. Maybe. Well, not really….)
A fly swatter cresting the arm of the recliner: KILL! KILL! KILL!
Better yet, a fly swatter concealed under the newspaper, making wee critter rustlings: KILL! KILL! KILL!
Andy approves! (p.s. Dougy does, too. We played this game earlier.)
When I try to get Dougy’s photo…
...I usually waste several shots first before…
…I get one I like!
“Wake up! Wake up!”
“You, too, Andy!”
“It’s ‘Kitty Food Time!'” That gets their attention.
Andy and I watch animal programs together. It’s our quality time.
“Hey! This is a dog program!” Sometimes we have misfires, though. He’d rather watch “My Cat From Hell” you know. He’s a big Jackson Galaxy fan!
Dougy wanted to play, so I brought out a favorite kitty toy.
That barely lasted a few minutes before Dougy decided it was time for a cat nap.
They watch you, you know! Andy wanted a good “scritching” and Dougy meowed he wanted one, too!
“Well done, human! Give me more!” You know you got it right when the kitty boys wrap their tails around your arm.
Andy’s hinting here. How can I avoid falling for it?
Seriously, does he have to beg now?
Of course not! >skritch< >scritch<
>purr!< >purr!< >purr!<
I think the kitty boys are arranging a kitty lounger schedule…
…since they seem peaceful enough.
…I can be mistaken!
Dougy walked by Andy’s perch.
Oops! He didn’t see Andy there, but instantly realized his faux pas. Good thing Andy wasn’t in the mood to press the territorial imperative involved!