Mingo likes to attack the foot. The foot is evil, the tooth is good.
There’s been so little Fantyblogging, because she runs from the camera. Today she ran downstairs so I decided to experiment with my telephoto lens from upstairs.
Friday Kittenblogging
Categories: Gang of Two
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Is that a bathroom floor from which Mingo has launched his attack? Fergus lies in wait while one is showering, only to leap when his chosen victim steps out; first comes the licking of water from the legs, followed by the mauling of the offending feet. This must be a stripey-cat instinct, as my other two (one black, one calico) do not possess it. 😀
Yes, he loves it in there. He waits for me to get out of the shower so he can lap up the shower water. He dives under the towel cabinet (which is quite comical as he is now twice as big as he was when he fit under it). He follows me to the toilet and rubs against me. And at any moment, he may roll over onto his back and SNAG.
Looks very much like my little Tater Tot!
Mingo looks extremely like my Clady, the Cat Who Hates Guests. S J Tucker, an extremely talented musician, has found that he hisses even when she says or sings his name near him.
I suppose I’ll keep him. But I’m starting to feel that most guests need to be told how to send my cat to his room. (Yes, he’s a whiny jealous cat, but he obeys when he’s told to go to his room. He’s a freak.)
Going to his room is quite a trick!