All Saints’ Day celebrates all those who’ve entered Heaven. Thank Heaven Dougy and Andy (not to mention Doug the human, so we won’t) haven’t entered Heaven yet! Not that such naughty kitty boys have any chance of that!
(“Andy, stop biting your brother! Dougy, same for you! Straighten up and play nice! Any day now Saint Nicolas is coming to town, and you know what that means. Yes, more coals and switches for you two!”)
The kitty boys were up most of the night, yowling and howling at unseen spooks. Such it is living in a retirement village!
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Dougy’s enjoying a light nap in the dining room cat tree when his kitty boy sense tingles…. (It isn’t just Spiderman!) Something’s afoot. Yeah, kitty footsies!
Distracted momentarily by his contribution to poor housekeeping, Dougy slowly realizes…
…there’s sure a lot of cat hair on the carpet! And, oh yes! Andy’s eating kitty treats!
Dougy must have eaten before he took his nap, though, because he doesn’t go to his treat station for his share. Of course, Andy checks it out after Dougy…
…returns to the cat tree to continue his nap. He eats what he can, then takes off for his nap.
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For the benefit of people who can’t imagine how I live in such a hairy mess, let me explain: I’ve put off fixing a rattle in the vacuum, supposing it was beyond my ability to fix.
That is to say, as a guy, I procrastinated, then finally just ripped the sucker apart, fiddled with some things I can’t name, put it all back together in – I hope! – the right order, and the dang thing works again!
The carpet looks a lot better, with nothing but cat “oopsie” stains to give a hint how much I need to try that steam rug cleaner out. Yeah. No rest for the wicked.
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Today is one of those lazy, crazy days where we settle back into our favorite places and purr!
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That isn’t to say we aren’t vigilant in case the human’s looking for us to give us our medicine…!
But mostly, we just humm along. It’s going to be an easy, breezy day!
Purr! Purr! Purr!
Happy Purrsday! May you have a purrfectly pleasant and nonproductive day doing as little as possible!
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It is a very relaxed Caturday. Dougy’s conked out on the ottoman, and Andy stopped by to take over the footrest of the recliner. I get to have part of the recliner only because I’m willing to sit cockeyed on the darn thing. Cats rule, you know!
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Andy gives me the eye. He wants me to scootch over!
Time to clean up, of course.
> lick! lick! lick! <
Whew! Now we are very sleepy.
Andy conks out. Dougy hasn’t moved a muscle the whole time.
My head nods, too. Soon I’ll join the kitty boys in kitty dreamland!
This is what Caturday shouldbe all about!
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Dougy gets whiny when he wants something, and it works! After kitty food time – which both kitty boys really, really, really enjoyed! – Dougy wanted more. He wanted to play wand toy
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Whiny sounds came from the ottoman….
Maybe I should pay attention!
Dougy gets into the fun of it!
Andy is interested, sort of. “What’s that Dougy doing now?”
Dougy poses nicely for a B&W portrait.
“He thinks he’s a runway model or something!” an incredulous Andy opines.
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As if 16-18 hours of sleep a day aren’t tiring enough, Andy and Dougy look forward to Caturday because it is a day of doing little!
Dougy watches birds.
“Breakfast!” (Don’t worry….he’s an inside cat.)
Don’t know what Andy’s doing but it’s probably naughty!
That’s a good kitty, Andy! He suns himself by the window.
Dougy taunts Andy. “Booger! Booger! Booger, Andy!” Dougy challenges Andy from Andy’s favorite place on the desk. They’ll chase each other and get some exercise before they take a nap. Andy looks to me for help.
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Not that there was any doubt, but Andy and Dougy enjoyed their birthday albacore treat! Of course, the celebration didn’t go without a hiccup: I wasn’t paying close attention to the time, and was late for my dialysis. That meant the boys were home alone a wee bit longer than normal. They noticed it was past “feed the kitties time”, and responded to the tragic moment in typical fashion:
Andy, Andy, Andy! If it weren’t your birthday, I’d be upset with you!
The boys are unanimous on this: Albacore tastes darn yummy!
“Send me to ‘Altuna’ if this isn’t darn good!” said Dougy.
“Tastes good! Can’t be Charlie the Tuna!” says Andy.
For those who don’t live in the USA or have familiarity with American cities, Altoona is in Pennsylvania. Charlie the Tuna is a cartoon fish who tries to get into the can of the company that runs the commercials, but is thwarted because he tries to demonstrate he has good taste, but they are looking for tunas that taste good…
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Andy got to play Neko toy without Dougy hogging the toy today. The way it usually goes is Andy has to wait till Dougy’s tired of the play, then hope I’m not so he can get a little play in, too.
He was magnificent! Hopping on chairs, jumping in air, catching and mauling the toy like a proper little tiger!
Dougy finally stopped by, but Andy was so wound up he did the only proper thing: He turned his hunting play on his brother. Poor Dougy! He got wrestled to the ground and given a proper thrashing! He didn’t know what was coming, let me tell you. Andy let him up then and chased him into the guest bedroom.
Andy on the prowl after Neko play and some catnip. He wants to kick kitty butt! Where’s that Dougy??
I don’t get paid to tell you that my cats love, love, love Neko wand toys, and the centipede one is their current favorite.
After Andy beat him up, Dougy still wanted to play. He looked for his favorite in the light stand, where I store their current favorite toys for easy access.
Dougy’s hunting style is to hide (in plain sight! lol!) and snatch the wand toy as it goes under the recliner. Giving him credit, he DID try to get in the box while sitting on top of it. LOL!
Marc-Andre of https://katzenworld.co.uk/ posted a comment on this post, I think, that I answered and accidentally deleted instead of posting. (Thanks, WordPress for making that easy to do!) The gist of it was something about his cats and fur flying because of the bad influence of my cats. I know that isn’t anything near what he wrote, that I thought his comment was playful and fun, that I’m pissed I blew it out of the water by accident, and, if he can recall his comment and resend it to me, I will try to recreate my first response, which had something to do with fur flying across the Atlantic. Gad! In the meantime, if you haven’t checked out Marc-Andre’s fun blog, please do. I think it is one of the more entertaining cat blogs on the blogosphere!
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Many times during the day the boys slip off to snooze or have kitty time to themselves. Here are a couple of Andy and Dougy’s favorite places.
If Andy likes to sleep on top of the side table in the guest bedroom, Dougy prefers to sleep under it.
Here’s Andy in the bathroom sleeping on dirty clothes I didn’t put in the dirty clothes hamper yet. Maybe I should train him to help me do that! LOL!
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“Bye! Bye!”
