Wordless Wednesday - Thirsty Cat

So I usually follow the concept of these posts being wordless. But this week, I just have to speak up. Firstly, this is a guest photographer post - my husband shot these with his cell phone while on a job today.

Secondly, my boys felt sorry for this cat wearing a sweater.

Oh my goodness! This is one of the funniest things I've seen in a long time!!! And yes, the cat is drinking out of the bird bath.

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Wordless Wednesday - Meow

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Wordless Wednesday - Contentment

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Wordless Wednesday - Intense

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Alarm Cat

Our cat (her name is Savannah, if you must know. But she doesn't use her real name, so we don't either) is very, very social in the morning. She needs someone to stand nearby when she eats, she wants to talk - a lot, and just kind of hang out with you. So when nobody is up and about in the house when she's feeling her human bonding needs, she takes matters into her own hands, er, paws.

Because I stayed up to an insanely late hour last night this morning working on homeschool plans, I wasn't exactly ready to hop out of bed at my normal time. Plus with this cold, damp weather we're having, my warm bed was extra cozy. So Miss Kitty decided to remedy that problem, entering my bedroom, meowing quite loudly and often. Being that I'm a very skilled ignorer of Alarm Cats when I wish to sleep, she got no response.

So she hopped up onto the bed, meowing even louder, while stepping on me. It's amazing how a cat might not seem that heavy until all her weigh is compressed into the space of a paw pressing into your thigh. Round 2 went again to the Ignorer of Alarm Cats.

Round 3 and Miss Kitty has moved to standing on her back legs at the mirrored closet doors, scratching the mirrors, while exercising her lungs. Ignorer of Alarm Cats rolls over and curls up for more sleep.

Round 4 finds Miss Kitty in the bathroom, pulling open the cupboard door and letting it bang shut. Over and over and over and over and over again. She knows this one really gets to me.

All right, already!! You may have won this round, Miss Kitty, but I am still the champion Ignorer of Alarm Cats. I got up because I needed to. So there.

My Boy and His Cat

PhotoStory Friday: Destruco-Cat

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We often leave a paper bag out for the cat to hide in, play in, or just hang out in. Apparently on this particular day, she was suffering from a lack of fiber. Or had some repressed aggression to deal with.

What?! Get your own bag!




Don't. Like. Paper. On. Tongue! Ptooey!




What are you looking at?!? You want I should chew on you too?


Who's going to vacuum up this mess?!?

Risky Cat

What does a cat have to say about the game Risk? Seems to me the caption options here are plentiful. So, crank up the imagination and tell me what you think Savannah's thoughts might be.

Here Kitty, Kitty!

My youngest son had been begging to get a cat. Ironically, even as a 12-year old boy, he wanted a girl cat. A grown cat. Not a squirrely little kitten. He wanted a cat something terrible. So hubs & I had decided to get him one for Christmas. We would wrap a kitty toy and include a "certificate" with which he could go choose his new feline friend after Christmas.

My mom and dad were going to purchase a cat post for the kitty for Christmas. So Mom headed on over to the local PetSmart, only to discover that there were WAY TOO MANY cats waiting to be adopted. Considering that her sweet kitty passed away a number of years ago, and she's been wanting a cat ever since, and there was a perfect cat there . . . well, you can probably figure out the rest of THAT story.

We went over to Mom & Dad's to visit the new kitty, Savannah. She was a very nice, 2-year old tortoise shell cat. My son really couldn't wait to get a cat now. In fact, he had already indicated he'd give up ALL of his Christmas gifts if he could just get a cat.

The next morning, Mom calls to say that they can't keep the cat. Looks like both Mom & Dad were suffering from cat allergies. They sure liked her, but didn't think it would work out so well. Once again, you can probably figure out the rest of THAT story, as well.

Yep, we got ourselves a cat. We used to have a couple of cats, but both of them died over 8 years ago. Since then, it was just the four of us and our dog, Cody. Then we lost Cody back in August, so we've had a petless household. We had been planning to get another dog and possibly a cat. Looks like the cat portion happened - with very little effort on our part.

Welcome, Miss Savannah.