And now, a cute picture of my cat.
We don’t take that many pictures of Catfish, since mostly all she does is sleep on the heater. (She’s an elderly cat and loves the warmth even more than most cats, and the heater is always slightly warm from the pilot light.) But this pose with the dangling tail was too perfect to pass up.
And yes, we have a little mat on the heater specifically for her to sleep on. What’s your point?
And now, two cute pictures of our cat.
This is Violet, on Ingrid’s suitcase. I’d like to think that she’s doesn’t like Ingrid traveling so much and is trying to tell her not to leave. But really, I think she just likes sitting on the suitcase.
Which, I would like to point out, is not that much larger than Violet. We have some large cats.
Dream #1: I dreamed that our cats Lydia and Violet had hired a PR representative to improve their public image. I was reading either a press release about them or a magazine article based on a press release, and realized that their publicity was being handled very professionally.
Dream #2: I dreamed that I was visiting Ingrid at her new job in the prisons (in the dream, the Chino prison she’s been going to all the time was only about 45 minutes from San Francisco). When I arrived, it seemed that the prison was very small (only about 20 prisoners), and security was very lax. The guard asked if I could help push a patient in a wheelchair in to see Ingrid, and when I left, the guard very casually asked if I could lock the door behind me on my way out.
And now, a cute picture of our cat.
This is Lydia, faithfully guarding my laptop case from all who would defile it.
And I would also like to point out: Toes!
And now, a cute picture of a cat.
This is Ginger, a feral who hangs out in our backyard. Our upstairs neighbors feed her and give her a shelter on their porch, and she rewards us all by being decorative in our garden.
Also a quick FYI: I’m going to L.A. for a couple of days to visit our friends Chip and Hayley, and rather than being a psycho anti-social freak, I’m locking the laptop up at home and taking a break from it. (Really — I can quit any time I want.) I’ll probably be back on the keyboard Monday or Tuesday. I’m sure you’re all devastated, but I hope you’ll find the strength to carry on.
And now, a cute picture of me with our cats.
Can’t… move! Surrounded… by… huge.. cats! Send… help!
They’ve been doing this a lot lately — Lydia flanking me on my right, Violet on my left — but not usually this aggressively. It’s sweet, but it’s kind of overwhelming, since between the two of them they weigh about 36 pounds.
And now, three cute pictures of our cats. Lydia and Violet don’t snuggle together very often, so I take a lot of pictures when they do.
And now, a cute picture of my cat.
Still don’t have the digital camera working (next week, I swear), so this week’s Friday cat blog is a cartoon from the odd and excellent Wondermark. (Click on the image to enlarge, or visit the original link.)
Exceptionally well-suited for a Friday cat blog, don’t you think?
This particular cartoon is from the 2005 archives, and has been making me and Ingrid chuckle ever since we saw it and put it on our fridge. I’m especially tickled by the casualness of “She doesn’t update very often though” and “I really only subscribe to be polite” — and the phrase “something particularly notable in the litter box” has become a household catchphrase.
Next week, I swear — cute pictures of our cats. I know you’re all waiting with bated breath.
We haven’t yet figured out how to use our new digital camera, so this week’s Friday Cat Blog is a very funny note our catsitter left us last Thanksgiving. Here’s the key excerpt from the text; you can also click on the picture to see it full size. (Quick explanation: The “fluids” she’s talking about are the subcutaneous fluids that Catfish gets every day — it’s why we hired a catsitter in the first place.)
“Thanks so much for letting me take care of your kitties. I am completely smitten with Lydia and Violet. They are just the cutest, sweetest, most amazing girls. I had a lot of fun with them. Catfish, hmmmm, what can I say? She didn’t like me very much. I couldn’t give her fluids at all. But, she was drinking water. I let her out every night and shuffled her into her room in the morning. She didn’t eat much. She is so cute though. She’s just really mad about something. I wish I knew what it was.”
People who know Catfish will know exactly why this is funny. “Hmmm, what can I say? She didn’t like me very much” and “She’s just really mad about something” are probably the most tactful things anyone’s ever said about her. “Your cat is a bad-tempered raving bitch” is more like it.
And for the record, we know precisely what Catfish is mad about. Catfish is mad about the existence of other cats. The fact that other cats exist is a profound insult to everything she holds dear. Sometimes she just sits in the window and hates other cats. More on this in next week’s cat blog.
