When I smell stink bug it's usually Cocoa. The lil squirt gets squirted by them. I tell him to go to a window and get himself aired out.
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When I smell stink bug it's usually Cocoa. The lil squirt gets squirted by them. I tell him to go to a window and get himself aired out.
I have no idea whay he sees on that wall
Maybe too much catnip? Lol
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Lol! None None actually
It's a bad picture of him and me? Oh my. Horrible.
Lotto just before he went to rainbow bridge.
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In all seriousness, I took it to mean, "Bad kitty, how dare you leave me like that," because to be honest, that's how I felt when one of my cats died. I was just angry. Mostly at my mom, who let my cat out where the coyotes were, but a little angry at my cat for dying. It was irrational and I knew it, but loss isn't something that makes you run on logic much, you know? His name was Daffy. A wonderful cat, the best friend I had in my teen years. I just had the misfortune of also living with a mother who should never be allowed to own a cat, especially a wonderful one like Daffy.
For a change, here's a "Bad Dog" picture.
This is Mercy, who climbed up onto my bed and under the blanket when I wasn't looking. Luckily, I'd washed her muddy paws when she came in from the yard that day!
For a change, here's a "Bad Dog" picture.
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Lotto just before he went to rainbow bridge.[/quotI
I am so sorry for your loss. He's up there playing with our cats. I know that doesn't help the pain in your heart. I still hurt over losing my babies.
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Our catten, Fagin, also referred to as His Highness Lord Fagin, speaks in a prissy uppercrust British accent.
Fagin: Mother, it's time to hold me. (He rabbit kicks me until I baby cradle him like this, and he's almost 8kg, ugh).
Fagin photobombing my flowers which quickly became his. Would. Not. Stop. Eating!
Fagin: Did you want to do some work while watching a video? I think not, Mother. It's time for my nap.
This is the judging face I wake up to every morning when I am late to feed his highness. He doesn't yowl. He's just Very Disappointed.
Fagin: Were these your clean clothes, mother? They have become my recliner. Perhaps later. (Every. Single. Load.)
Fagin: Mother, it's time to hold me. (He rabbit kicks me until I baby cradle him like this, and he's almost 8kg, ugh).
Fagin photobombing my flowers which quickly became his. Would. Not. Stop. Eating!
Fagin: Did you want to do some work while watching a video? I think not, Mother. It's time for my nap.
This is the judging face I wake up to every morning when I am late to feed his highness. He doesn't yowl. He's just Very Disappointed.
Fagin: Were these your clean clothes, mother? They have become my recliner. Perhaps later. (Every. Single. Load.)
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An unusually shaped face. It almost looks exotic, except... it's obviously not exotic. I think it's the nearly straight line from nose to forehead that's got me intrigued.
Lotto deserves to be in the look at my eyes thread, or something cute: how about pictures of cats that have crossed the RB? He is such a handsome and dignified looking gentleman here.
Lotto is beautiful, such a wise regal expression on his face.
trying to get into my pants
I know I'm only her adoptive mother but there are still boundaries :S
she could have at least bought me dinner first
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Rofl! I often tell Fagin the same thing. XD
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Tiny sometimes tries to tuck his head under my shirt... I go, "Hey! Wrong species!"
Thank you. He's got plenty of sisters and a doggy brother waiting for him :-(
Lotto just before he went to rainbow bridge.[/quotI
I am so sorry for your loss. He's up there playing with our cats. I know that doesn't help the pain in your heart. I still hurt over losing my babies.
I hate to tell you what my gentle used to do.
In the winter I wear long warm house dresses and I have a lazy boy and like to sit with my feet up on the foot bit.
She liked to sleep under my dress on the top of my legs. I had pictures of her peeping out but they're in my old phone. I loved the feel of her soft fur against my legs.
She was a tabby from the street who never really tamed even after 15 years. She was very much her own kitty. Very much s lap cat but no stroking, almost. Just had to keep an eye on her tail.
I soaked her when I sent her to the bridge. I loved her so much. She was a tiny 2 month old when I got her and wasn't a big cat but had very sharp claws as lotto knew when he would bully-boy her.
In the winter I wear long warm house dresses and I have a lazy boy and like to sit with my feet up on the foot bit.
She liked to sleep under my dress on the top of my legs. I had pictures of her peeping out but they're in my old phone. I loved the feel of her soft fur against my legs.
She was a tabby from the street who never really tamed even after 15 years. She was very much her own kitty. Very much s lap cat but no stroking, almost. Just had to keep an eye on her tail.
I soaked her when I sent her to the bridge. I loved her so much. She was a tiny 2 month old when I got her and wasn't a big cat but had very sharp claws as lotto knew when he would bully-boy her.
