I’ve already been going around the house softly singing, “Psycho-Corgis…woof woof woofwoof woof woof woof!”
BuddyCat couldn’t be more comfortable than on my leg as we recline at happy hour!
so dapper he is in his 'kerchief.
They were taken to their foster home not last Friday, but the Friday before.
I miss them, but I know they’re being taken care of.
Still need the funds to get at least Bigwig neutered, but delinquent taxes come first; after all, what’s the use of getting him fixed if we-all don’t have a house to live in? (and I’ll use that mention to sneak in the link to which folks can donate: PayPal.Me)
Nimbus has decided that my spouse is his own personal cooking show. He lurks about on the bar or fridge closely following every move like he might be tested on it later
He swears it isn’t a trap. He lied
Sleepy boy. He’s just over 7 months and already 10 pounds. This is the one who watches my spouse cook and do the dishes
that floofy belly!
both ChiliDog and BuddyCat follow me from room to room in the house. they will be right underfoot when i’m in the kitchen, waiting for any scrap or treat to fall on the floor.
outdoors, Budddy follows me around the garden, sits beside me while i clean fish and drop him scraps. he is totally devoted and Chili is totally jealous. they don’t fight, but Ms. Chili often has ugly words for him.
Bill Murray, harvesting the warmth of the sunlight by day:
Also Bill Murray, capturing the warmth of my computer by night:
Also Bill Murray, giving me the warmth as the night gets later and chillier:
It’s cool enough now that the cats are demanding laptime.
Ghost says hi.
Actually, Ghost says, “Hey, where’s da fudz ya big ape?” Breakfast was a bit late today.
Does he stalk you a half hour before food time? I have 3. They arrange themselves in a triangle formation nearly every night before 2nd dinner.
They are damned cute tho
In the morning, they visit to say hi while I’m getting my early A.M caffeine kickstart, THEN they start getting more insistent.
(I find it interesting that these two are very vocal, but rarely purr loudly enough to hear. (although Ghost HAS been purring more loudly lately) The late, great Felix OTOH rarely meowed, but could purr loud enough to rattle the windows.)
In the eve, they start to get impatient shortly after sunset.
They are usually within view and/or earshot, and they take turns coming to visit me in person.
(Nyla, the big, beautiful bale ball of cotton.)
Catnap time is even better if that shirt or jacket is fresh from being washed. No outfit is complete without some cat hair aka kitty glitter.
That is one beautiful calico!