These are my spoiled cats
They are a joy
These are my spoiled cats
They are a joy
How do you tell a communist? Well, it's someone who reads Marx and Lenin. And how do you tell an anti-Communist? It's someone who understands Marx and Lenin.
Ronald Reagan
I see a little camera-shake, perhaps in a couple of those.
I love my cats. I can't begin to think about how sad I'll be when they die.
“… the greatest detractor from high performance is fear: fear that you are not prepared, fear that you are in over your head, fear that you are not worthy, and ultimately, fear of failure. If you can eliminate that fear—not through arrogance or just wishing difficulties away, but through hard work and preparation—you will put yourself in an incredibly powerful position to take on the challenges you face" - Pete Carroll.
Damn it... don't say that. Because I know what you mean. My partner is 15, and I dread the day he leaves me too. I absurdly spoil him with the mere thought of it.
Great cats rsr. I love cats. I don't think there's a cuter baby of anything that's cuter than a cat.
Here's my partner up in his lookout...
How do you tell a communist? Well, it's someone who reads Marx and Lenin. And how do you tell an anti-Communist? It's someone who understands Marx and Lenin.
Ronald Reagan
In all their glory
How do you tell a communist? Well, it's someone who reads Marx and Lenin. And how do you tell an anti-Communist? It's someone who understands Marx and Lenin.
Ronald Reagan
Brad and Mike just turned 12. They are very curious cats.
They stalk my wife. Literally. We've had to start locking them out at night. When my alarm sounds, or they decide they are ready to grace her with their presence, all 20+lbs hop up onto the ~3ft high bed. They walk over to her, and straddle her face (one on each side of her head) and get into purring contests to see who she pets first. If they see a hand out from under the covers, they start lickin'. Most-any-skin, really, is fair game to them. GODFORBID if they see you open an eye!! Then they are in your face!
Mike likes to lay on top of Mary - facing her, with his paws tween her bewbs - What guy wouldnt? right? He'll inch up as if to say "You cannnnnot seeeeeeeeeee meeee!!" until he has a paw around each side of her neck, then he nose-dives for the crease between her neck and shoulder and nuzzles in.
Brad's more annoying, I'd say, because he's persistent. Hard to shoo him off.
I've caught Brad, on numerous occasions, slowly reaching down Mary's shirt, as she lays there.
He'll holler and call for food, a clean litter box, or just for attention. He still chases laser-pointers, too!
Mike
No pics of Brad here - but he's like Mike, but Orange. And heavier.
“… the greatest detractor from high performance is fear: fear that you are not prepared, fear that you are in over your head, fear that you are not worthy, and ultimately, fear of failure. If you can eliminate that fear—not through arrogance or just wishing difficulties away, but through hard work and preparation—you will put yourself in an incredibly powerful position to take on the challenges you face" - Pete Carroll.
Big boy
My favorite cat. Munchkin, tips in scales at 16 pounds
She is a big girl
How do you tell a communist? Well, it's someone who reads Marx and Lenin. And how do you tell an anti-Communist? It's someone who understands Marx and Lenin.
Ronald Reagan
D, those are some affectionate cats you have! Isn't it funny when people who don't have cats, try to tell you they are too "aloof" to be good pets?
After the game, the king and the pawn go into the same box - Author unknown
“Unfortunately, the truth is now whatever the media say it is”
-Abbey
I told you before that cats are simply waiting around for the day that you stroke out and can't defend yourself. Then they will descend on you and feed. I can see it in their evil little slit eyes. I've only got one of the little bastards and he takes a taste out of me whenever he gets the chance. And I rescued his sorry ass twice now. Once as an abandoned kitten with an intestine full of worms and the second time last month with his tail run over by a car and a mangled foot. $750 and three weeks later he's back to biting me in the leg. Damn stubby-tailed mutant he is.
My cat knows my habits. If get out of bed and wander into the bathroom to take a leak she stays on the sofa and lets me go back to bed to sleep without bothering me. But she does that even when I'm on night shift and sleeping during the day. It's like she knows it's not time for me to get up. But she must know when I get up to stay up because she comes racing in to the bedroom doing the "hi there, good to see you, now feed me" meet and greet and rub feet routine. When I'm working evening shifts and want to sleep a bit longer she hops up on thed and insists on running over my head until I give in and get up to feed her.
Those are lovely cats btw. Mine's a Tortoiseshell. I must dig a pic out.
"Unbloodybreakable" DCI Gene Hunt, 2008
Ditto. They know when I am getting ready to go to work and they don't like it. They follow me around and a couple will lay on my briefcase as if to stop me from leaving
How do you tell a communist? Well, it's someone who reads Marx and Lenin. And how do you tell an anti-Communist? It's someone who understands Marx and Lenin.
Ronald Reagan
She doesn't mind me going to work as long as I've fed her. The dog doesn't like it. But then the dog is the first to greet men when I come home. The cat makes sure it's me before rushing off to her food bowl
"Unbloodybreakable" DCI Gene Hunt, 2008
and don't forget a clean litter box
How do you tell a communist? Well, it's someone who reads Marx and Lenin. And how do you tell an anti-Communist? It's someone who understands Marx and Lenin.
Ronald Reagan