Fanty, who generally refuses to be photographed, was under the table at the foot of my bed this morning, and I managed to steal a snap:
It’s hard to blog in this position (yes, that’s my lap).
Fanty, who generally refuses to be photographed, was under the table at the foot of my bed this morning, and I managed to steal a snap:
It’s hard to blog in this position (yes, that’s my lap).
I love the Friday catbloggoing.
Next time hubby has wings, I have to get the camera out & see if Lucy is as much a whack job with carrots like she was last night. She was acting like they were made of catnip.It was especially amusing when she picked the carrot stick up with her front paws…she was rubbing on the stupid things too (she was given 2 to do with as she pleased..)
I did have another cat who would eat peas & carrots…
This is too funny. I’m sitting at my desk with my Tater Tot pacing back and forth in front of me. I got the camera out and started snapping pictures for my cat blog today. Then I immediately came to your blog and saw this.
Paula, hubby has wings? Sometimes? Does he…molt?
Kona, he’s too big for this behavior. I can’t type properly. But he insists.
Yeah, it’s a pain. Frickin’ feathers everywhere. Gotta get him that special molting food. Usually the parrot kind. The cats find it amusing though, they play with them. Such a bother when he sits, he pins himself down.
I frequently blog with a cat or dog sitting on me. It’s hell on accuracy in typing, but it’s nice to be wanted. Your babies are gorgeous!