Who can resist a kitty?
Of course, sometimes the kitty makes his point: Leave moi alone!
Monthly Archives: December 2019
Post 2296: looking back…
Waiting for me to open the door.
Always a happy day, especially when the wait reveals a new box!
Post 2295: Richard M. Thomas
My kitty boys loved, loved, loved it when my brother came for his annual visit.
(Sorry for “the word”.)
Unfortunately, Dick died on December 19, 2016. We miss him a lot. He was a funny, gentle man, a good and decent fellow, a man who was comfortable with anyone he met. Children loved him, cats and dogs loved him. I loved him. I miss his visits. On this anniversary, I share the few pieces of video I have of him.
RICHARD M. THOMAS
Post 2294: Andy’s such a suck up!
I feed the kitty boys first, then fix my own food. Andy is first at the table for the kitty food, then comes over to beg my meal! I never give kitties human foods, preferring they eat food specifically formulated to keep them healthy. I do let Andy sniff what I’m fixing if he insists. “Kitties don’t like coffee!” I tell him. “Pizza isn’t kitty food!” “You don’t like apples!” And so on. He makes little kitten mewing sounds from time to time, reaches up to touch my leg. “You are pathetic, Andy! And getting fat on kitty treats!”
Dougy’s taken off for his nap in the meantime. That Andy is a silly kitty boy, he seems to think!
Post 2293: Winter blahs…
Maybe the kitty boys are practicing hibernation lately or I just seem not to find them being active. I mean, if the scene above isn’t Dougy of late, what is?
Change the angle and you still have a sleeping kitty boy. Hey! I tried for something interesting! So, I’ll try Andy…
…but I get the same old backlit stuff, eh? So I shoo him over to the recliner, where Andy gives me a little cattitude, then taunts me by…
…faking me out and assuring the result will be a blurred photo! I need to get up earlier to catch the kitty boys being “cute”.
Post 2292: too busy…
Dougy’s too busy to be “cat-like” and play with me…
…so I take Option 2 and Andy insists he’s not in the mood, either. “Don’t touch me,” Andy tells me with body language. Awww! It’s a cold day in December for me today.
Post 2291: barely awake…
Dougy’s barely awake.
Up all night catting around, buster?!
Post 2290: day of rest…
Dougy says it’s a day of rest. I, for one, haven’t noticed anything different from every other day!
Post 2289: meh…
This what I see now. It looks like the best I can do for today’s post is, as we used to say at my US Army company, “Our best is not too good.” Of course, that was a parody of mottoes we saw posted everywhere our photo jobs took us, but sometimes the best requires some kitty activity to be interesting. No idea where Andy is at the moment.
[pregnant pause…]
No sooner said than Andy was very available for posing. Hint! Hint! Somebody’s kitty boy thinks a kitty treat is appropriate for now. Treat finished, it was “ta ta for now, buster”.
In the meantime, Dougy committed one of the few “no-no’s” of the house: He hopped up on the dining room table and made himself comfortable. (Of course, all the books and stuff on the table just now probably will be on the floor before long.)
Post 2288: the kitty boys were kittens once…
I came across these photos of the kitty boys when they were really young. I’d stuffed them in some obscure file that popped up today. Above, the day I brought Andy home for the first time. I’d just picked him up at the veterinarian clinic, where he and his mommy and litter mates were, Awww!
Dougy always wanted to be near me when I was on the computer, and here he is. a sleeping little angel about two and a half or three months old. I’m getting wetness in the eyes. What’s that about? Awww!