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So, we have cats in the house again after what feels like a very long absence. (For me, anyway.)
Meet Charlie and Crosbie:
We're catsitting these guys while their owners go off to Europe for the summer. They're Burmese: Charlie is the lilac point, and Crosbie is the chocolate point. That is my bed, and this is a fairly common sight these days.
Charlie is about 10 and failing in health, quiet and fairly dignified. Crosbie is 7 and an attention whore.
Example #1:
Crosbie: You aren't paying attention to me! Why? Why? Why?
Me: I'm writing something that was due six days ag-- OOF!
Crosbie: Say, this is a really nice lap. And your shoulders are really neat to put my paws up. And hey, your chin is at the perfect height for butting with my head!
Me: Don't even think of flexing those claw-- ACK!
Crosbie: I am happy now, which I show by flexing my claws.
Me: *unhooks kitty paws* No claws. And sit in my lap and behave like a self respecting cat instead of some kind of kitty chest-warmer.
Crosbie: But I like being a kitty chest-warmer...okay. Fine. Humans! I am happy now which I shall show by flexing my--
Me: NO CLAWS.
Crosbie: Yes, yes. Whatever.
Charlie: I would wait until she lies down for a nap and then crawl on her chest. Observe and learn, my young padawan.
Charlie: It's still a really nice lap. And hey, great legs! *flexes claws*
Me: ...
Luckily, I don't mind being covered in cats.
It's so nice having cats in the house again, that the twins have been persuaded around to getting cats when they leave in late January.
We even have candidates: the two-month old litter of a cat owned by a friend out in western NSW. She acquired a kitty from someone else whose cat had littered, and didn't get around to getting the kitty desexed. Next thing? Kittens!
There are five of them. Mal is the one closest to my hand, with Smokey in front of the dish, Bandit behind the brick, Tom balancing on the wood, and Tiger vanishing into the space under the water tank.
They are the fluffiest, squeakiest, most adorable kittens imaginable. And my friend said I could have a couple. So I have pics and videos to show the sistren so we can get two of them. One for B1, one for me.
If we ever manage to decide, that is.
But Charlie and Crosbie have reminded me of how much I missed having a cat around the house. So come their departure, we're definitely not going to go back to being a catless house...
Meet Charlie and Crosbie:
We're catsitting these guys while their owners go off to Europe for the summer. They're Burmese: Charlie is the lilac point, and Crosbie is the chocolate point. That is my bed, and this is a fairly common sight these days.
Charlie is about 10 and failing in health, quiet and fairly dignified. Crosbie is 7 and an attention whore.
Example #1:
Crosbie: You aren't paying attention to me! Why? Why? Why?
Me: I'm writing something that was due six days ag-- OOF!
Crosbie: Say, this is a really nice lap. And your shoulders are really neat to put my paws up. And hey, your chin is at the perfect height for butting with my head!
Me: Don't even think of flexing those claw-- ACK!
Crosbie: I am happy now, which I show by flexing my claws.
Me: *unhooks kitty paws* No claws. And sit in my lap and behave like a self respecting cat instead of some kind of kitty chest-warmer.
Crosbie: But I like being a kitty chest-warmer...okay. Fine. Humans! I am happy now which I shall show by flexing my--
Me: NO CLAWS.
Crosbie: Yes, yes. Whatever.
Charlie: I would wait until she lies down for a nap and then crawl on her chest. Observe and learn, my young padawan.
Charlie: It's still a really nice lap. And hey, great legs! *flexes claws*
Me: ...
Luckily, I don't mind being covered in cats.
It's so nice having cats in the house again, that the twins have been persuaded around to getting cats when they leave in late January.
We even have candidates: the two-month old litter of a cat owned by a friend out in western NSW. She acquired a kitty from someone else whose cat had littered, and didn't get around to getting the kitty desexed. Next thing? Kittens!
There are five of them. Mal is the one closest to my hand, with Smokey in front of the dish, Bandit behind the brick, Tom balancing on the wood, and Tiger vanishing into the space under the water tank.
They are the fluffiest, squeakiest, most adorable kittens imaginable. And my friend said I could have a couple. So I have pics and videos to show the sistren so we can get two of them. One for B1, one for me.
If we ever manage to decide, that is.
But Charlie and Crosbie have reminded me of how much I missed having a cat around the house. So come their departure, we're definitely not going to go back to being a catless house...
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