Tag: cats

Tolstoy is “helping” Katy work on her puzzle, as only a cat can.

Feeling crappy. I’m a giant, coughy snot monster. Reenie is nonplussed with my plight.

Good name for a band, that. I’ll need to remember it. It’s also how I woke up this. A ginger blob on either side.

Take two cats and call me in the morning (actually, there is a third one lurking in the cat basket).

This is where we keep our spares: kitchen towel rolls, dish soap, laundry soap, cat…

The old boy has heart issues and is spending more of his time sleeping. He’s still spry enough to beg food and get high on catnip, but he’s definitely in his senior years…

When Reenie isn’t trying to rip off an ear, or something equally violent.

I have the dreaded man flu. The cats are giving me love.

Katy is sweeping the cat. Not small prods, but full-time brush sweeps. Cat just stays there, seems to enjoy it…

I mean, come on, you’re not even attempting to be dignified here…