Beware of Cats
Cat chat! In the interest of not turning this into The Sagbottom Cathouse for Wayward Kittens, let’s just do a bit of a system purge and get it all out of the way now. Also, my massage-therapist friend gave me the full business this afternoon and my brain is still somewhere up there in the clouds.
So there’s three cats in the family now. Louisa, on the left, has been with me for nearly eight years now. This is pretty much her house and we all just live here. Haggis, on the right, stalked into my life in Christmas of 2006 — when I track down those archives we can all relive the terror and, uh, puddles of those early days — and is now literally half the cat he used to be. That’s a good thing, and while he loves to gripe all day long, he is a lovebug. And then there’s Obi The Destroyer in the middle. A rescue from a friend’s daughter, he’s completely insane, has claws that defy clipping and are sharper than anything in Sweeney Todd’s toolbelt.
Feline harmony! This scene lasted 14 seconds.
Haggis is a really devoted fan of the Southern Vampire Mysteries.
Pretty, darling, heart-of-my-heart Louisa.
Obi couldn’t get enough of Star Wars Uncut.
It’s been interesting, pairing a cat who is essentially a tween with a couple who are, shall we say, wise in their golden years. And by interesting I mean, what the hell was I thinking?
Illustrating my point.