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Funny how all those good intentions to post on a weekly basis went right out the window. I only had it open for a second . . .
Actually, I blame the cats. They own me lock, stock and catnip tin, so of course I must cater to their every whim. There have been some changes in the roster since I last posted about the little butterballs.
Captain, the reigning monarch, is still in top spot, but is being hotly contested by a 'guest' kitty, Boris. Poor Boris, he's had it rough. His Mommy got him from someone who had de-clawed him. (which I think is horribly cruel, if your sofa is more important than your cat, don't have a cat!) Now, she is fighting cancer, and cannot take care of Boris for a while. So, he's camping at my house. The second-in-command, Tonic, is enjoying Boris, as Captain is a bit stiff in the front legs to enjoy ripping around at 3am anymore. Caution and Kau-Kau, my two 'wild' kitties (Who claim that, despite having lived in the house for all their adult lives, they're still feral, dammit!) are less thrilled with Boris, as he's a big boy and tends to bully them. All in all, quite the circus!
Hard to remember that, not long ago, I *insisted* that three cats was enough for any sane person . . . ;)
Actually, I blame the cats. They own me lock, stock and catnip tin, so of course I must cater to their every whim. There have been some changes in the roster since I last posted about the little butterballs.
Captain, the reigning monarch, is still in top spot, but is being hotly contested by a 'guest' kitty, Boris. Poor Boris, he's had it rough. His Mommy got him from someone who had de-clawed him. (which I think is horribly cruel, if your sofa is more important than your cat, don't have a cat!) Now, she is fighting cancer, and cannot take care of Boris for a while. So, he's camping at my house. The second-in-command, Tonic, is enjoying Boris, as Captain is a bit stiff in the front legs to enjoy ripping around at 3am anymore. Caution and Kau-Kau, my two 'wild' kitties (Who claim that, despite having lived in the house for all their adult lives, they're still feral, dammit!) are less thrilled with Boris, as he's a big boy and tends to bully them. All in all, quite the circus!
Hard to remember that, not long ago, I *insisted* that three cats was enough for any sane person . . . ;)