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Tag: cats
Easter cat?
In vague parallel with the cadbury Easter bunny, Tolstoy is trying to hatch a clutch of rubber ducks.
That cat has issues
For as long as we have had her, Reenie manages to find the oddest, most uncomfortable sleeping spots. In the summer, she’ll routinely use the patio door doorframe guide rail as a pillow. This morning? Her (full) water bowl.
Cathole…
My cat is an ass, part 2
Is it dead?
That moment when you have to poke the cat to check if it’s still alive…
And yesterday, while a big black (geriatric) lab was just on the ground beside the sofa:
Cats can’t be bovvered
Katy and I spent most of Sunday moving furniture around the flat. The cats were having none of that shit…
Cat pictures
Katy wanted to see how long it would take for her cat trap to catch something. Answer: less than 2 minutes.
We also put the dog bed back in the living room, now that Lily might be coming over more often again. The cats seem pleased. All three have had a snooze on it.
Have to skip work today
I’ve caught a bad case of chest cat. So sorry. Nothing to be done.
Lots of pictures of sleeping cats
Pavel is just… wrong. I’ve never seen a cat so less concerned about sleeping on his back, splayed open to the world. He also has a habit of falling off the side of the sofa arm and being eaten by a pile of cushions. Tolstoy likes to wedge himself between my pillows and my bedside table, or just folds up like an accordion. Reenpig is generally a hot mess.
They’re all defective, but we love them.