Watching over me from Kitty Heaven.
Nah, she's licking herself in Kitty Heaven with no regard for my well being.
Yeah, r7 is right. Give her the damn biscuit! If you don't, she will get you later, maybe not tonight, but soon. Try moving your feet under the comforter and see what happens..
Batting at her toy when I put it down, and when I pick it up, acting bored and disinterested. Then I put it down and she nudges me with her paw and bats at the toy.
Well r11, if you insist on picking it up, she guesses she will begrudgingly play with it.. Can we have pics on this thread?
r 12, did you read my post? She bats at it only when I put it down. She ignores it when I pick it up, but nudges me if I put it down and bats at it. It's all a moot point right now, though, as she is sitting on top of my ancient computer monitor, which I keep for expressly the purpose of having a warm perch for Her Highness.
Curled up on the foot of my bed.
Plotting and scheming.
Asleep after a late-night Temptations treat. Munch is on the back of the sofa; Nomi's on the loveseat.
Man, that Temptations brand is straight-up kitty crack.
Nomi r16? Speak of the devil, Showgirls is on HBO2 right now. My cat isn't watching though, she's sprawled on the office chair until her 5 am feeding.
The same thing she does every night. Trying to take over the world.
My pussy is looking for something thick and veiny.
Nomi woke up, walked down the hallway, and started crying and yodeling at my sister's closed bedroom door. He loves me but ADORES my sister. I had to distract him so she can get some sleep.
Now he's looking through the picture-window at my drug-dealing neighbor's house. Hopefully he can get some evidence to use against the asshole.
Why doesn't sissy let Nomi sleep with her? Man, you people are mean, Op won't give up the biscuits and r16 cruelly keeps his cat away from sissy and the drug dealer...
The cats are mine, R21. My sister loves them but isn't keen on animals on her bed; the fur makes her itch. Nomi is a Maine Coon, which means lots of fur shedding even with daily brushing/grooming.
eBay? Dude, welcome to 2013.
[qupte]the fur makes her itch.
Bitch has bed bugs more like it.
You are lucky r22, I miss my Maine Coon. I bet he has cute feather toes and snowshoe feet. Kiss him for me.
The pussy trifecta are huddled on my bed. They are pissed that I've stayed up so late and are looking expectant, yet they won't allow me to get into bed peacefully, for doing so would slightly alter their current GPS coordinates and general fluffiness.
I need to sleep until Noon. I will leave all kinds of food out. Catbox is clean. But I will soon be awakened violently by three grumpy, senior cat citizens, each with unique, special needs and persnickety desires..
My nose will be clawed at. My eyebrows will be licked. My ear canals will be purred into -- violently. My temples will be bitten, unless I carelessly leave exposed any digits, which will be savagely chewed on.
It is raining heavily now. I will be blamed for it loudly by my feral guy, who just jumped into my lap in a state of panic. Once in bed, He will jump on my head, scream, then run to the door and scream, until I open the door. He will stare at the rain, then stare back at me in anger. But he won't go outside and will bitch at me if I shut the door.
There are skunks, raccoons, and serial killers here. I'm not going to leave the fucking door open all night unattended for him.
The other two will yowl at me for cat nip/laser pointer/string play/mouse toys and then to come back to bed at 3am until I submit.
I will awake in daylight with an old fat cat under each of my armpits and another sleeping on my crotch. The sounds of purring, snoring, and bathing will be deafening. I will be completely immobile. I will recognize that I don't have a job or a boyfriend.
When one of them bites me, I will get up to pee, throw some cat food into their bowl, then go back to bed with a symphony of purring, cuddling cats. The employment and boyfriend concepts become entirely irrelevant at this point. Nothing else matters, doesn't it?
Lying in bed, glaring at me, wondering why I haven't left for work yet.
Mine is attacking his bed. He thinks that will make me give him breakfast sooner or something.
R23 What has come along to replace eBay in 2013? Seriously, spill. I want to know if there's an alternative to eBay I don't know about.
I HEART R26
R26 Quite a visual. You made my morning!
Sunning herself out on the deck looking at the birds. So am I.
All three are currently sleeping within ten feet of my desk. If I were to move into another room, one after another, all three would eventually saunter into the new room and fall asleep within ten feet of me. It's cute.
The fat black one is lying next to me, trying to use cat telepathy on me. "Give her treat. Treat. Giver her treat now, then pet her chin for 10 straight minutes."
The male cat jumped on my bed early this morning and rolled around until I petted his chin for 10 minutes straight and gave him treats, of which he only ate one because it's not one of his favorite flavors.
The pretty black cat is curled up in her cat bed, which is atop a human bed in another bedroom. The door to that bedroom is closed because Miss Pretty is also Miss Violently Jealous. She attacks the other cats because she was a lost cat who obviously came from a one-cat/household where she got all the petting, treats and baby talk. She does not want any other cat to have my attention. My partner loves her and she couldn't care less. She wants me and no one else.
The fourth cat is the mother of two of my cats and she was a feral cat, so she is spending her day alternately atop the cat tree in the great room and hiding from me because I am trying to put a flea collar on her.
Only one cat goes outside, but last year the indoor cats became flea mobile homes. I'm guessing it's because we keep the sliders and windows open in warm weather so they can lie in them and smell/watch the outdoors. I guess the fleas got to them through the screens. Now they all have to have flea collars. I used to use the monthly liquid on the backs of their necks, but now there are 8 month flea and tick collars that my vet recommended.
The cats that will soon be mine are hanging out at their current owner's apartment, probably snoozing as they are older cats and not very rambunctious anymore. My house will be their retirement home.
THREE fucking cats???
You're house must smell like shit. Of course this elder gay will swear it doesn't
I just opened the windows to air out the house. Maine Coon is sitting half on back of the sofa, half on window sill. His back is to me, so it looks like I have a big-ass Davy Crockett cap on my sofa back.
Munchie-cat is asleep on the love seat, after having monitored the garbage truck's street maneuvers.
They have no idea the hell I go through at work, just so they can live this life of chill.
Bah, they're cats; they wouldn't give a fuck if they DID know. And I adore them for it.
My special needs senior citizen is yowling and looking for a place on the carpet he hasn't pooped on. His fat sister is in the same place on the bed I left her 12 hours ago. She is lazy and leaves all juvenile delinquency to her brother.
I also heart R26 mightily.
R36, at various times over the years I've had up to four inside cats. Visitors were shocked to see a random cat wander through ; they always said something like "Does s/he live inside? I can't smell a thing, and I always know when I walk into a cat house." I'd reply I had multiple cats indoors, and they didn't believe it.
Not everyone who has cats is a nasty freak, you freak.
Bravo, R26! I love picture-posts like yours. I was expecting your last sentence to be "You're a goddamn swordboat captain; is there anything better?"
Nose bump, one of the cutest things those wackos do. More pics!
Sitting on my stomach in the meatloaf position with her butt right in my face. Her greatest joy is demeaning me in my own bedroom.
My cat Elvis in the stairwell meowing. The one place in the house where every sound is made 4X louder. He has decided he wants me to give him fish food. At 1:42 in the morning. He will not get it. This will not end well for one of us.
lol at r46, it won't end well for you, he will be just fine. Better toodle along and feed him, he's gonna be up all night anyhow..
He has cancer. He's dying. What's worse, I have to medicate him and now he hates me. I want him to feel better, be able to eat and act normal again, but even though the pills help him, he won't speak to me, won't look at me, and won't let me touch him. This is tearing me apart.
Hugs to you and Mr. Kitty, R48. I'm so sorry for you both. It's so hard when we're trying to help them and we can't make them understand.
22 lbs of beautiful man-cat sleeping on my chest and purring away. When in this position he always crosses his tufted paws in an oddly dainty way. It's just so cute.
My heart goes out to you R48.
This is the best thread with great visuals!
R36 You are a douche.
r48, every creature copes with dying in its own way. Sounds like your cat is acting the same way my mother did when she was dying of lung cancer. She got through it by being very stoic and basically pretending it wasn't happening. She was ornery and didn't particularly want company. She just watched basketball and "South Park" until it was time to check out.
nose bump...to get me to crack open the window so they can sniff the flowers.
Begging for the chicken I'm having for lunch.
R26 is dead by now, eaten by his cats.
Hint: they weren't trying to wake you up. They like the taste.