Much to Dale’s dismay, the response to Friday Cat Blogging has been surprisingly strong and positive.
As such, here’s another pic of Smithers. In this shot, we see her enjoying a file-holder near my desk that she has now claimed as her own. The chances of this ever being used to actually hold files are now approximately zero.
Not that I mind, of course.
So, any entertaining cat stories to share this week?
I love cats, and will be looking forward to the Friday Cat Blog each week.
I love dogs, too. Warning: the stories about Michael Vick and his fighting dogs are stomach-turning. I hope that the no-good so-and-so gets a heavy penalty from both the NFL and the law.
But Cheney will probably tell Bush to pardon him.
Great picture. Suggested caption: Need anything shredded?
A not so amusing cat story: My smallest cat has taken up terrorizing my housemate’s cat again. I don’t know why she stopped in the first place, I don’t know what set her off again.
I do know I’d forgotten there’s nothing like the sound of snarls, hisses and small furry bodies hurtling around the room to make you leap sideways at 4 fucking am!
Not a cat person (a dog person really), but I did cat sit for friends on several occasions. For some reason cats liked to screw with my head while sleeping.
For about three nights in a row, I kept having nightmares about an Alien bursting out of my gut and couldn’t figure out why. On the fourth night, I awoke to find the fatter of the two cats sitting on my stomach. I found later that was her preferred way of letting “her” humans that she was hungry. I out foxed her for a couple of undisturbed nights as I slept on my side (while having dreams of wearing a cat fur belt that came to life as she apparently did hurdles trying to land on my stomach) till she adapted and just swatted me on the nose.
LOL! I was just afraid you were going soft on us, old boy. 🙂
I have some great cat stories. I have a picture that’s kinda famous on the internet. Whenever I would sit on the throne my cat would come in and sit in my shorts between my ankles and look up at me nonchalantly.
Dale!!! That picture is of YOU!?!??!?! HA!!!!!!!!!!!
I’ve got some breaking news from the cat department . . . I’ve got a new arrival on the way! I’ll be taking in a little orange tabby kitten, Tangelo, whom I found at a shelter in Brooklyn. I know I’ll have my hands full, since my current cat, Tchoupitoulas (Choppy,) is definitely an alpha cat, and will not immediately take to the idea of having someone else on his turf. In the long run, though, I think it’ll be good for Choppy to have a feline friend around– a large reason for my decision to get a second cat is because Choppy is always so hyperactive and attention-hungry, and there’s no way that I can actually get any composing or writing done while giving him the constant level of attention he needs. So, after the challenge of the step-by-step introduction of the cats to one another, I have a feeling that they’ll become best pals . . . and proceed to wreak havoc on my apartment!
(By the way, for those of you who posted links to pictures of your cats last week . . . how do you do that?)
Oh, and CB, I meant to ask– did you name your cat after Mr. Burns’s assistant on “The Simpsons?”
My cat Skink is definitely pandimensional. I swear he grows fur in other dimensions and brings them back to this one for me to deal with.
I know that only cat-lovers will be reading the comments on this post, but when I was in high school, I had a bumber sticker that said
“I love cats. Dead ones.” Is that wrong?
Sadly, despite my animosity towards them, they are attracted to me like nobody’s business. I can’t count the number of times I would wake up to find my mom’s cat, Zeus, sleeping on my chest, just purring away.
Go Dogs!
My Siamese cat Oscar assists me in reading the growing list of blogs that take the place of paper and newscast. ( See him and his brother on the monitor here… http://www.meezer.com/lgpict/lcosmoscar_kirkman.jpg ) He is ready for the violent overthrow, but has no thumbs to operate the .50 cal. I tell him to wait for the war crimes trials.
My cat Simon has a hard time leaving me alone while I’m sleeping. If he wants me to wake up he licks various parts of my body and face to get my attention. Having a cat lick your eyelid in the middle of the night will certainly wake you up from a sound sleep.
The other night he was laying next to me and nonchalantly stretched his paw out and plopped it smack dab on my mouth. And just in case that didn’t get my attention with that, he proceeded to ever-so-delicately extend and retract his claws across my lips.
Cats are far more interesting than dogs…
My cat, Shooter, has been having trouble with his aim in the litter box lately. He’s been overshooting the edge. But I placed a blown-up photo of Dick Cheney in the bottom of his litter box, and his targeting ability has improved immensely since I gave him something to aim at. Of course, the first time he saw Cheney in his litter box he hissed. But now he understands what he’s supposed to do…
…because he’s a good Democat…
get rid of hans von spikovsky so these cats can vote.
they are smarter than the average republican
As the disgruntled slave of four cats, all I can say: CAT BLOGGING??
I guess this is what I get for leaving town last Friday and not tuning into Carpetbagger. To be honest, I once considered doing the Friday cat blogging myself, but my loyal readers rejected the idea. They both said they’d lose respect for me, and I agreed completely.
Check out my Kitty Sky Cam in which I have pioneered the field of photographing cats from above. I do accept submissions as well. Also, I am the first to enter the field of the future – “Kitty InfraRed Cam”
http://notofthebody.blogspot.com/search/label/Kitty%20Sky%20Cam
I am especially interested in photographs of herds or cats from above as well as photos of cats from longer distances above them.
As the disgruntled slave of four cats, all I can say: CAT BLOGGING??
As sort of a scruple, I won’t object to the catblogging. Though it’s so, not-Carpetbagger-Reporty. I generally like catblogging, but didn’t expect it from this site. I’m not trying to say that I don’t think your catblogging is good or anything like that.
I have two geriatric cats, and I am joyfully a member of the Crazy Cat Lady Club.
Hype-jersey, that infrared photo is completely wild.
Big electric cat, big electric cat…
Keep up the cat blogging, I enjoy ending my week with kitty pictures even if I have a one to go home to.
Dale!!! That picture is of YOU!?!??!?! HA!!!!!!!!!!!
Comment by The Caped Composer
Yeah. 🙂 Good luck on your new kitten. May they wreak weak havoc.
My husband and I are members of the small fraternity that likes dogs AND cats. We are acquiring a new cat tomorrow, to go with our 2 Basset Hounds (yes, I check TBogg’s Basset Blogging religiously), and our spoiled long-haired calico Princess Gracie. The new one is a male orange tabby who adopted a colleague of mine, who loves cats but has developed allergies to them. We are naming him Obama, which does reflect our political views (plus I’m from Illinois), but I also just thought it was a cool name for a cat.
I included the image, suitably credited, over at C&L, where I am guest posting Mike’s Roundup this week. I assume that’s OK….
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