Caturday
It’s still incredibly hot out, like 112° out I don’t get out much in the daytime although I did today. And me sleeping is boring although I don’t sleep so soundly I don’t hear the sound of a can opening. Food!
The good stuff:
It’s still incredibly hot out, like 112° out I don’t get out much in the daytime although I did today. And me sleeping is boring although I don’t sleep so soundly I don’t hear the sound of a can opening. Food!
The good stuff:
Me, stretching. Note the tummy stayed all clean and white. Always. And the theme, I’m available, a bachelor kittycat I am. Alone. No lady cats since Jezi left. Gee, it’s been quiet since she’s been gone. Me good kittycat. She not so good. Why she’s gone.
Weekend catting:
It’s Caturday morning so let me in already. I have been out here all night in the cold, ok it’s 70° out there but I can dramatize if I want. Anyway, I’ve been out catting around with Bazel and all I want right now is canned kitty food and to sleep on the sofa.
I’ve been out catting around all night. Late at night, Bazel will come out so we play together for a while then he jumps the fence and runs to the patio and waits to be let in. I explore. Afternoons, I go for a roll in the dirt. Sometimes Mog can catch me doing that. Mostly thou I hang with my good bud Cece. Well, Izzy is gone and no, I haven’t forgotten.
It was such a lovely day, I went outside to play with my friend, Cece. He sure does have a fluffy tail.
Even Izzy came over to play with Cece, well more like he looked Cece over without shredding him. Progress. No hissing even.
More fine cats this weekend:
Taking a quieter approach to Caturday, here’s me looking like I’m deep in thought when all I was thinking was why can’t Izzy and Cece get along. I’ll have to tell Cece not to take it personal. Izzy is that way with everyone. He got his gregarious disposition from his momma. Who incidentally is doing great in the apartment, no other kittycats there to disturb her.
For more kitties that do get along, check out:
Here I am getting dangerously close to Izzy’s spot, which spot is bare cause of him laying on it all the time. I’ll claim my own spot.
Weekend catting around:
It’s Caturday and Mog is letting me post. Finally. Hey, I’m not the one peeing all over the counter. Bazel and Izzy do that sort of stuff, not me. Anyway, here’s another shot of me and Cece. Old pic. Mog’s out of camera again.
And the usual weekend catting around:
Me, up close and dirty natch. Real dirty. Lay on the couch and get it dirty dirty. Perfect. Mog loves me, yes she does.
Them, may be clean, may be dirty:
It’s Caturday and I’m outside getting all dirty and checking out the plants. Not dirty in this shot. Mog hasn’t transferred the dirty pics.
Weekend here, it’s kitty time: