To my wife’s considerable delight this morning*, Gabby went outside and bit the head off of a squirrel. (No squirrel-sized quickening was observed, so we can assume that this was a clerical error and the squirrel was not an immortal.) Alas, Gabby has been banished to the outer reaches** for the day for this.
I’ve gotta give her some squirrel-killing style points, though. … Read more
There’s an electric heating pad under the covers. You can determine its position in this photograph by the placement and orientation of catgirls.… Read more
…of the emergency guard dog system. If I had been an actual uninvited guest, I’m assuming Gabby would be chewing through my shirt rather than just chewing on my shirt.
P.S. Thanks for doing an outstanding job of supervising there, Xena. 😆… Read more
Portia and Puck, the chaircats of the bored. … Read more
Maria’s in front, Olivia’s in back. They’re in the boy’s bed ’cause it’s so comfy and has a big stuffed Pac-Man in it.
Anyone remember when Maria was skin and bones and we didn’t even know if she would make it?… Read more
Laundry baskets are for clean laundry. And catboys who like sleeping and shedding on clean laundry.
Life as a cat is so rough in this house. Small wonder we’ve got [only] five of them.… Read more
The itty bitty kitty is now someone else’s welcoming committee!
Here she is, just a few minutes before her new family came to pick her up. Her name is now Spook, and she’s spreading kitten kraziness to a new home. I hear she’s making the whole family very happy.
Bon voyage, Spooky cat. We were glad to have you here with our motley assortment o’ kitties, but we’re even more glad you’re bringing the pint-sized fuzzy crazy to a new family.… Read more
First off: mission accomplished! A home has been found for the pretty mystery kitten. I’m glad we could, for once, add four legs to someone else‘s family for a change.
It’s very late at night, and I just came back from the kitchen and noticed that an annual ritual has begun that takes place every year when it finally gives up on being warm and gets seriously cold. Every year, Obi and Puck (it used to be Obi and Othello) start camping out in the kitchen and staring intently at every nook, every cranny, every cabinet door. It’s like they know something and they’re not sharing that information with me.
It’s like they hear a mouse or something. … Read more
The Tail Waggin’ Mail Wagon has once again made a pickup and now needs to make a delivery. This would be kitty #6 for us, and with me presently not employed, the sustainability of having the existing five cats is a big question mark. Number Six needs to find a new village. She’s a very pretty kitty.
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