Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Phoebe thought she was going to score some butter when my son snapped this pic. A good sniff was all she managed to grab. I think my cats would like a little house made out of butter. Hell, I think I would like a house made out of butter. A big one.
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Last night I was addressing envelopes at the kitchen counter and had the certain feeling someone was staring at me. I turned around and, sure enough, that someone was Phoebe. She was so tired, but wouldn't go to sleep. She might miss watching me do something, you know. Like something that's relevant to her interests. Like eating a cracker or taking the cap off my pen.
Monday, April 14, 2014
Sometimes when I'm working, Phoebe sneaks behind my laptop and bats things around, and who knows what else. The other day I decided to turn the camera on her to see what in the world she was doing. This is the look she gave me. Message received.
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Another flashback with my sweet Cosmo!
Cosmo occasionally likes to sit in my lap, like a toddler. He especially enjoys this position when I'm doing my "business" in the bathroom. Other times, he'll sit for awhile when I'm just chilling on the sofa.
Here's my view of him sitting toddler-style. Of course, it's always a treat to see his fuzzy little "panties."
|FYI: I am not sitting on the toilet.|
Saturday, April 12, 2014
Taking the weekend off, so here's an old stinkeye post for ya!
Cosmo likes to be held like this -- really, believe me. In fact, he looked totally adorable and happy right before the shutter snapped. I just managed to catch him at the exact point his mood shifted. Of course it did ... because I wanted a "Happy Cosmo" pic.
This, my friends, is a fine example of the feline stink-eye.
Friday, April 11, 2014
Cats find that one little sun puddle, and then squeeze themselves inside it best they can. I've found my cats lying on top of squares of sun about the size of Post-it notes. They don't care -- they just want some part of their body to feel tropical ... or in the case of a black cat, like the surface of the sun.
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Last weekend I took a midday nap, and Cosmo wiggled his way under the covers so he could press his fuzzy little body against mine. When I was ready to get out of bed, I lifted the covers to find this groggy face. He was not ready to end his nap. I sometimes wonder how long a cat would stay in a position like that if allowed. Oh, I know ... until he hears food-related activity in the kitchen. Then he's all, "Who are you? See ya!" Sigh.