Following the horrific news out of Paris, it is good to see our kind also is capable of beauty and joy. I want to dedicate this to the poor souls who died pointlessly, terribly in Paris. Words are beyond me just now.
Most of these posts have some connection to two rascals: Andy and Dougy, the Persian cat brothers I’ve had since late summer of 2011. They make me laugh, and, on occasion, say naughty words in a loud voice. They are, however, the joy of my retirement! Earlier ones about Louie the ginger cat lead me to refocusing on my pet cats once I became a two-cat person. I got the brothers shortly after Louie died in August 2011. They were born July 1, 2011, so I had to wait a little after Louie died before they were available. They were rascally kittens, but played well together. One is named after the patron saint of Scotland, St. Andrew the apostle. I wanted to honor my family’s strong Scottish roots by giving him a name connected to Scotland. When I got his brother a short time later, I wanted to give him a Scottish name, too. Friends suggest some horrific ones” Angus, Archibald…and those are just the “A” names! Then I had an epiphany: My name is as Scottish as it gets: Douglas. In a fit of mirth, I decided to name the second kitty “Dougy”! Why not? He isn’t a junior, though. He and I have different middle names.
Following the horrific news out of Paris, it is good to see our kind also is capable of beauty and joy. I want to dedicate this to the poor souls who died pointlessly, terribly in Paris. Words are beyond me just now.
Andy can be a moody little guy. This morning, he didn’t want to be bothered, so tried his best to hide on the recliner.

I see you, Andy!

Andy is unhappy he’s been discovered, and he plans an escape!

Dougy’s over that way. Andy isn’t in any mood for him, either!

Lickety split, Andy heads off to the safety and quiet of the guest bedroom.

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“Whew!”
Dougy pauses for a moment

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This is going to take awhile!

Andy watches from behind the printer…

Nothing interesting there.
Andy turns his attention to the back window scene.
Once again, I’ve had to disconnect my webcam cable because Andy found it and thinks it is a chew toy.

Naughty boy! Andy chews on the webcam cable.
Andy was on his favorite light stand, dozing. His kitty food breakfast eaten, his paws and face cleaned, it was time for a morning nap.
Dougy was nowhere to be seen…!

Hiding behind the recliner, a dark presence…

Dougy winks at me.
“I see you, you little rascal!”
If you wonder how I came about having two ornery Persian cats, know that the story begins in August 2011, when I went in to pick up the ashes of poor Louie the ginger cat. For the full story, with kitten videos, click on “Andy and Dougy come home”, second page, next to “Home”, above.
Dougy was grumpy because he was unhappy about being in the carrier. Andy always is a little grumpy, “because”! The main thing, Athena their groomer said they were basically good boys while there, and she once again gave them really good cuts, no matter what their moods.

Dougy snoops at my dirty breakfast dishes.
Hey, is that a fantastic tail or what?!

Andy chose his favorite perch on my PC to fluff his tail and take care of kitty grooming needs.
He has a fantastic tail, too!
Athena and I decided next time, in January, we will try something different. Instead of a teddy bear cut, she will trim under their arms, on their chests and abdomens, and (most importantly) under and behind the tails.
I’ve had them trimmed in teddy bear cuts till now mostly to control matting and poop on tail feather issues. Letting their hair grow out except as noted above should let their full beauty bloom, and, if Athena and I figure it right, matting won’t become an issue.
The boys are smoke Persian cats. When they have longer hair, I’ll post photos so you can see how beautiful such cats can be! Andy and Dougy are cute now, but they will be spectacular in full form. Take my word for it.
It’s almost time to round up Andy and Dougy to take them to the groomer for their bi-monthly grooming session.
I’ve taken the usual precautions: 1. I haven’t put on clothes they know I wear outside the house, 2. I’ve closed all the bedroom doors to prevent under-the-bed escapes, 3. I’ve tried to follow normal routines, like getting on the computer right off, to reduce the chances the boys will get suspicious.

Andy is suspicious anyway…!
Catching the first cat usually is simple. It’s that second capture that usually stresses out the cat and me: You don’t have to draw pretty picture for the second scat to figure out there’s a carrier trip — it doesn’t matter where — in his future, and he will take an even stealthier approach to capture.
Wish me luck!
FOLLOW UP
I easily captured Andy over by the cat fountain. Silly boy! He practically trapped himself in a corner.
Then I followed Dougy into the bathroom. “As long as I’m here,” I thought, “I may as well use the bathroom, too,” (I know! I know! Too much information!)
Seated on the throne, I noticed Dougy’d hidden under a chair next to the dryer. He was within arm’s reach of me, so I leaned over, grabbed him, then worked through the problem of pulling up my pants while holding a cat that didn’t want to be held…!
I somehow managed the task, put Dougy in the carrier with his brother, and we arrived at the groomer’s one minute before the appointment time of 7:30. I call that a successful start to the day.
Today, a selection of photos featuring kitty tongues. I’ve posted many over the months! I left the original captions on them, so the narrative is, well, “odd”.

That isn’t to say it isn’t hard work for a kitty…!

“Nyah! Nyah! Take a picture…it’ll last longer!”
Why, that cheeky cat!

All this drama’s made Andy sleepy!

…Dougy isn’t posing. He’s getting excited about the camera strap, which he pounces!
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Or just call it what is: PURRICANE DOUGY!

“He’s not flinching…!”

Dougy scared Andy out of the box, so he checked it out. Nothing there. Dougy leaves the box…and still forgets about the toy!

How we looked after the trip to Deidesheim.

Andy wasn’t taking care of business, so Dougy stopped by and perched on Andy’s spot.

“Woohoo!”
Dougy is glad it’s over!
I’d love to toss some of the boxes around the house, but Dougy (in particular) seems to anticipate the ones I have in mind.
I wanted to toss this laptop box because I haven’t seen Dougy show interest in it in a few weeks. Moreover, when I’ve opened it up to entice him, he’s run away in horror! (Not his idea? Ghosts? Who knows!?)

What’s this lurking in the darkness of the box?!

Could it be…?!

“Dougy! What are you doing in the box!?”
Hey, I brought out the DaBird wand toy, and Dougy and I played a favorite pounce game.

Andy made use of the playtime between the two Dougs to fluff his tail and clean his fur.
Looking hot, Andy! Or should I say “Fluffytail”?