There seems to be a shift in preferences going on. This is Dougy where I expect Andy to be…!
And Andy owns the magazines-to-read pile! (I really need to work on that pile because they keep coming in the mail, eh?!)
Dougy spotted a large beetle on the lampshade…
…that held his attention even after it flew off. (Dougy missed that!)
But fly off it did, and Dougy finally got it: The bug’s not here any longer!
Andy and Dougy are struck by the irony that each year Americans blow up hundreds of millions of dollars worth of fireworks made in the People’s Republic of China to celebrate the birth of freedom in America. Silly people! So, enjoy your fireworks on this, the 4th of July holiday!
Dougy comes to me, concerned. There is something new in his area!
I am preoccupied with how dirty my laptop screen is so sort of, um, ignore Dougy. (Bad me!)
He hops on his ottoman. The fan whirls back and forth, fluffing his hair, a new sensation that Dougy doesn’t like.
He anticipates the return of the whirling blade! Oh no!
Too much. Dougy scampers away. I finally realize Dougy prefers not to have the fan oscillation feature on, so I pull the little thing that stops the oscillation. Now the fan points at the recliner but only indirectly blows on the ottoman.
Dougy sort of accepts it now that it doesn’t muss his hair!
Zzzzzz… (Andy’s asleep…)
Zzzzzz… (So’s Dougy…)
Happy 8th Birthday, Andrew James Thomas! I’m getting the tuna water ready for your celebration!
You awake, Douglas James Thomas? Happy 8th Birthday! Get up! Get up! There’s tuna water in it for you and Andy if you do!
Dougy’s ready for the kitty boys’ eighth birthday tomorrow, July 1st. Rumor has it there’s tuna water in it for them. They already got their toys (wand toys and the now-hidden catnip banana…), but the only thing they really want is that tuna water. Oddly, they won’t eat the albacore, so Doug the human ends up eating it, though he’s not complaining about that!
Andy loves his new territory. Dougy sees that and has a burst of curiosity.
He waits till he can wait no more. Will Andy ever leave the television stand so he, Dougy, can check it out? Andy teases his brother…because he can! He leaves to get a drink of water, so Dougy does what Dougy will do – he snoops!
Now that Andy’s gone, he can sniff to his heart’s content! Sniff! Sniff! Sniff!
Is that Andy coming back. Maybe not…!
Sniff! Sniff! Sniff! Interesting information, this! Andy’s wee butt left tons of intelligence on this spot for Dougy to sniff out.
Maybe that’s Andy in the guest bedroom. Dougy hears something, but it’s not a cat.
I guarantee that’s not Andy on the ceiling, Douglas! Hee! Hee! Silly cat!
Dougy reluctantly agrees. Cats can’t fly, amazing as they are.
“Buh-bye!” Dougy finishes his investigation.
Contrary to popular belief…
It’s that time of year. It seems we have a late afternoon thunderstorm every day. The kitty boys typically cluster closer to me.
Eek! That was a really big boom! Andy and Dougy are a bit tense.
Whew! Storm’s over! We didn’t get any “quarter-sized hail that will damage cars and homes” nor any of the “possible tornadic winds with gusts up to 60 mph” the National Weather Bureau warned of. We can relax again, at least till tomorrow’s predicted storm, and the one for the day after that, then…! It’s that time of year.
My late ginger kitty Louie had a strange sleeping style…
…where his tail curled this way and he oftentimes pressed against a piece of furniture to nap.
The Persian kitty boys prefer to curl up on furniture…
After cleaning up, Dougy…
…rolls back and hints he wants some massaging.
“Ah, yeah! More! More! More!” Dougy loves this kind of attention!
I’m not choking Dougy here. I finish rubbing his head and ears, and he rolls back to get his neck “scritched”. That’s one relaxed kitty boy in the photo…
…so relaxed, Dougy takes a nap.