Warning: If you hate cute cat pix, stop reading now before you ruin your day.
Like all cats, the five in my household like to go inside stuff. It is the moments like these that persuade me to forgive them during times like these.
Here are Bop and Luna in a deep bag:
Bagful of cats.
The kittens often play in a long narrow box. Arrow also uses the box when it’s time for her meds:
Ever tried to drag a cat out of a 6 foot x 5 inch box?
Bo, Leo, and Arrow spend many hours in a mostly dead bush that has become their clubhouse:
Entrance to the Clubhouse
Can you spot Bo deep in the Clubhouse?
This is what one’s paws look like after a day in the Clubhouse:
Few things are finer than coming home filthy.
Bop does about five times more cute stuff than any other cat I’ve known. This is likely related to her being such a jerk to the other cats. If she’s cute enough I won’t return her to the shelter? Hmm. May have worked so far. She likes to help me sort papers:
There. All arranged.
And in some situations she acknowledges the lowly human has the right idea:
A pIllow and comforter can enhance the nap experience.
For those of you who don’t know cats very well, an assurance: no cats were organized or arranged in the shooting of these photographs.
The Weekly Photo Challenge wants to see “Inside”.
Recently I posted a photo of my cat Luna enjoying a nap in a window breeze. While Luna slept, one of the kittens, Leo, spotted him and took time out from his daily backyard frolicking in order to approach Luna. Below are photos of the encounter.
Some backstory needed here. Luna is 10 years old, patient and tolerant with our three kittens (now 10 months old), who worship him and thus annoy him. Whenever they see him they pester him. They relentlessly try to touch noses, to sniff him, to follow and stare at him. So Luna rarely lets them near.
Woah! There he is!
I’ve never sniffed the bottom of his paw before.
For some reason I can’t bite his tail through the screen.
Wow. He is so cool.
On summer afternoons, a lovely breeze comes through this window. What better place to plant one’s hindquarters for a nap?
This week’s Photo Challenge wants to see fresh, which it defines as a state (new, recent, previously unknown) and a taste or sensation (cool, sweet, invigorating, refreshing).
This week’s photo challenge topic is companions and for me that means the four-legs in our household. I’ve already posted a bizilion applicable photos (tags dogs or cats). Okay, at least half a bizillion. So now, make it a bizillion plus six.
A decade ago, Bop and Luna were kittens and my son (now 6’2) was shorter than his twin sister (now 5’10”).
Bop grew up to disdain other animals, with one exception. She enjoyed our rabbit Cookie, a bold and aggressive rescue bunny. Bop loved to hang out in Cookie’s cage. An extreme sport: Cookie would have killed anybody (not an exaggeration) she caught in her cage.
Cookie liked living with cats. She learned all sorts of tricks that rabbits should never do, such as climbing fences. When we first got her she was indoors in a cage but soon had the run of the backyard. She chased the cats whenever she could. She chased the neighbors out of their backyard. (Fortunately they found this charming). For all of that she was very affectionate.
As a kitten, Luna (left) appointed our two older cats as his parents. For the rest of her life, Boink (right) groomed and cuddled with Luna daily.
Red, a gentle giant of a tomcat, became Luna’s dad. They spent endless hours playfighting and exploring together.
When Cookie the rabbit succumbed to lung cancer, we lost a special individual and my key excuse against getting a dog. Enter Shadow, who lets the kids mess with her.
(Posted as part of the Weekly Photo Challenge.)
True story from some friends…
Peaches was a rescue dog who liked being the only dog. A big, arthritic German Shepherd, she had the air of a retired police dog (though she wasn’t one). On walks, she avoided other dogs, and when house guests visited they had to leave their dogs at home.
One night on a walk, she suddenly dragged her people across a street toward another dog. They feared her attitude had worsened and that she was about to pick her first fight. Instead, she stopped next to a morose stray and sat down. Never had a dog looked as unhappy with freedom as this stray did.
The stray was short and funny-looking, with a barrel chest and a long pointy snout. The people named her Edna and – with Peaches’ clear permission – they brought Edna home. No one ever answered the Lost Dog signs they plastered around the neighborhood and so Edna joined the family. Peaches continued to tolerate her until Peaches succumbed to various old-dog ailments several months later.
Edna lived for many more years, delighting all who met her with her goofy, gregarious, and loving ways.
Edna looked like a cousin of Frankenweenie.
(Written for today’s Daily Prompt.)
Our recently departed cat Boink and our dog Shadow enjoying some couch time together.
Sun on the couch.
(Posted as part of the Weekly Photo Challenge.)
Life is good when you have close friends. These teen cats arrived in the household on the same day from a couple different shelters. They’ve been together for 7 of their 9 months and are all BFFs. (Or would that be BFsF? Tsk.)
Leo and Bo.
Arrow and Bo.
The BFFs at 3 months of age.
No more kittens. Now we’ve got teen cats who spend daytime causing trouble in the backyard.
This post shows the trio as kittens. And this post defines their personalities.
Glam shot of Arrow.
Related questions: a) How many bee stings will it take before Leo stops playing with bees? b) Do cats develop bee allergies?
Bo in the underbrush.
She got the camera out. Stop looking cute and scatter!
CORRECTION: Life is not good when they make you wear antlers.
I am not a reindeer.
I am still not a reindeer.
Ready for the slopes or at least the fireplace in the lodge.
With perfect balance, snowboarding is a breeze.