Category Archives: Cats
>There are places in our house where cats are allowed to be….on the bed….on the couch in the sunroom….on the couch in the living room….on a kitchen table chair. There are not allowed on living room chairs…or dining room chairs…..or counters.
Tuxedo, however, because he’s so delicious, gets away with murder. He is allowed on the bathroom counter, because he enjoys a sip of water from the faucet…..he’s allowed on one of the living room chairs….if he’s in my lap. And now, apparently, he has granted himself access to a dining room chair. There he is, peeking at me when I asked if he was hungry.
>Cats love to nap. Eat and then nap. Stretch and then nap. Use the litter box and then nap. Nap and then, you guessed it, nap. And they all do it pretty much the same way:curled up in a tight little ball.
All except The Most handsome Cat Ever, Tuxedo, who marches, er, naps, to his own drummer.
On a dining room chair??!!???
On a cat bed, like a good boy.
|Miss Consuelo Roca Jones.
As the newbie, she hasn’t graduated to ‘çat bed’ yet.
Like Sinatra, he does it his way.
|Tuxedo and Max Goldberg like to sneak off for a ‘nap’.
Yeah, that’s it……nap.
|My two handsome men!|
|Consuelo Roca Jones.
Hey, if she doesn’t know I’m taking her picture,
I don’t get the stink eye!
|And speaking of stink eye, Tallulah was giving it
when I caught her playing with Consuelo’s toy.
|And Ozzo, poor Ozzo.
He begged not to be included on Caturday.