Showing posts with label feline love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label feline love. Show all posts

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Who run the world? Felines.

Or Hunter. Depending on how you look at it.











A short pictorial essay on sunbathing cats, featuring our cats' biggest fan, Hunter Joe, a.k.a. the giant kid.

A peaceful day, Toby's just enjoying the heat from the sun and the heater. Mama cat is behind him.




All was right with the world, until the giant kid showed up.


He tries to see what the big deal is?




Schmoopy watches from the safety of my heated lap blanket, recalling the wrath of the kid.





Schmoopy retells the story of the giant kid who snatched Toby from a sunbathing slumber.






This is the dog toy basket. Surely every cat wants to nap in the dog toy basket.


It appears Toby is being held against his will, only when the giant kid tires of torture...


HOURS LATER: I think he killed him. Quick, help me get him out of the basket.


Have you seen how fat he is? There's no way we can get him outta there.


Quit licking your butt, and listen to me.




The end.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Catness



Just love how Schmoopy smothers her mommy when they cuddle.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Just a giggle.

It is common knowledge around our house that Hunter has given Schmoopy the cat Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. From the time she was born, literally, until now, Hunter has picked her fuzzy butt up and dragged her around. She goes limp, and lets him. I can't blame Hunter, she's as soft like an expensive fur coat!



Now, she's nearly as long as him, so he cups her chest in the crook of his arm, and she dangles, her tail reaching the ground, picking up dust as he goes along. She hardly ever complains, but if any (besides Hunter) of us try and pick her up-she immediately fights to get out of our arms. She dislikes being confined, and doesn't trust us enough to be carted around. She must think we'll all be as careless as lil' Hunter.





At first this bugged me so much. I mean, what's the point of having a cat you can't hold? Truthfully, we'd keep her for life no matter what, but I like to cuddle my cats. You can always find me with a cat. Sometimes, when I'm asleep, you can find me with 3. But, I figured out that my princess Schmoo-poo-poo-doo will let me pet her forever if I just don't try and pick her up. So we lay on the floor, side by side, and I scratch her back and belly- we've really built up a nice trust. It is also no secret around our house that my Schmoo-poo-poopa-doo Princess is my favorite feline.


On the other hand, Ben's cat School Bus O'Mio is extremely trusting. He and Ben have a nice trusting bond. School-bee loves to be pet, doesn't mind being held, and loves to cuddle- often falling asleep with Ben, then coming to cuddle Theo downstairs, and later sleeping by my side the rest of the night. Bus-of-the-School is very trusting, loud, and needy- kinda like Benjamin, his rightful owner.


The other day Hunter approached School Bus and went to pick him up. Ben jumped in his direction- "Don't touch him Hunter! You're gonna give him that thing you gave Schmoopy!"


Ben went to pet his School Bus J Cat, "My School Bus will always trust me."


Oh, we giggled. I'm still giggling. Very, very funny.