Oops! I thought I had a post ready for today, but got a little surprise: Nope! Sooo, here’s the kitty boys doing pretty much nothing but what they do for, seemingly, 23 hours a day. It isn’t just the kitty boys you caught asleep!
When Dougy hopped onto the end table, he quickly noticed something that alarmed him and prompted him to hop back onto his ottoman.
Yes, these grooming torture tools! The seam ripper actually is a sewing tool, but it is handy for cutting through really bad mats. One has to be very careful with it and cut away from the kitty. The dematting comb is Dougy’s least favorite grooming tool because it sometimes pulls too much hair out at a time.
You’ll notice his “horns” are up in the bottom photos because he is alarmed by the grooming tools. Yes, he has some mats on his butt and legs that I’ve tried working away a little at a time, poor kitty! As long as the grooming tools are in sight, Dougy is watching me closely. Very closely!
It surprised me when Andy barely watched the kitty video I sent to my smart television.
After watching a few seconds, he ran over to his favorite perch, where his tail twitched in a manner that suggested he needed more than the video gave him. Lots of pent up energy there! I guess I should have opened the kitty string game video he likes so much.
Dougy’s upset with me because I don’t get off the computer when he wants my attention.
He’s pouting now. He doesn’t care if I’m working on my blog posts. He wants to hop on my lap and knead my stomach! (Not to worry. I’ll let him have his kitty love time a bit later.)
The kitty boys and I are taking a day off. I bet we take a nap, then eat something good to eat! Merry Christmas!
Why were Andy and Dougy at the front door? I’d just come home from a luncheon a small group of my high school classmates have once a month.
Lots of yummy food, great conversation, and, since this was Donna’s home, Tootsie (lower left) and Marco (middle left), her very sweet doggies, made for a pleasant Friday mid-day get together.
Andy and Dougy gave me the silent treatment for leaving them home alone, and were especially upset with me when they smelled Tootsie and Marco on my clothes and hands. (Yes, I pet them, kitties. They love, love, loved it, and so did I!) Whew! Boy, did I get the stink eye!