John Wayne toilet paper. Doesn’t take shit from anybody.
You are being set up.
I agree. He’s had the stink eye since the Grandwreks and DIL left. He’s really liking the girls of late. Meeko not so much. She’ll come down and sit a respectful distance away. Tonight she kept meowing at Bear when he was doing his trick-act for the kids. They were tickled at her. I do believe my Snooty Siamese cats may becoming used to the kids.
Amazing.
Are your cats fixed? :dubious:
Yes, neutered and spayed.
Well, Hell.
Perhaps they are wreaking revenge upon you.
The Siamese are actually plotting and planning your return from thr hospital! No “Welcome Home Mommy!”
There will be puke in your slippers and intentional “misses” of the litter box. YOU know what I mean:all the scratching and digging, and then parking the business end OVER the rim of the box.
You will also be sniffed thoroughly by two cats with fat tails.
Get better, Beckers, and that’s an order! Bleed freely for the nice phlebotomists and pee quarts and quarts on demand!
~VOW
(Take a laptop, Chromebook, or tablet, too!)
My tablet and phone and all accoutrements will be with me. I feel a BIG bad bad bad thread in the making.
Me and DIL have decided the Grandwreks will be cat caretakers and she will be dogwalker. I hoping only one night will be enough to get all testing taken care of. Fingers crossed.
I laughed and laughed. I told Mr.Wrekker he needs spend the night in the house instead of the camp while I’m away. He said word for word “Those cats scare me to death, do you reckon they’ll come in the bedroom?”
They won’t. They don’t like him either.
Big, bad hunter is scared of a pair of skinny Siamese cats. So hilarious.
Ah, don’t be too hard on him. Not everyone has the same resistance to The Eye of Pasht
Doesn’t she kill serpents and venomous snakes? You’d think he’d appreciate that:)
I’m still laughing. I think I hurt myself laughing.
Pasht/Basht/Bast/Bastet best known as Egyptian Goddess of Cats.
The Eye of thing is something I just made up (I think)
Does he fear competition?
He is competitive. No matter. I have milked all the joy I can out his fear of the cats. It’s just so funny.
I’m trying to figure out how I can get bad Mr. Bear to do a trick and really scare him when he’s in the house alone, with the cats. Too bad cats don’t have remote controls. That could be fun.
Bear and Meeko are glued to me this morning. I’m not allowed to breathe deep or adjust my position w/o protests from the peanut gallery. My whole life is reduced to that of a heating pad.
At least they purr.
Yeah…umm…that purring may be overrated. Two loudly buzzing fur balls attached to me by velcro is somewhat disconcerting. Kinda like a suicide vest. I’m waiting on the explosion.
Ahhh, the purr.
That is the characteristic of cats which elevates them far above other domesticated animals.
For, you see, I am addicted to the purr.
~VOW
~VOW, you need a new Siamese or 2. Maybe Santa Claus will curse…erm…bless you with a pair.
ETA, I’m laying on my stomach and they are both on my back. Purring! It’s like a massage from hell. If I move or breathe too deep 40 claws go into my skin. Aaaaack!
Bekkers,
The VOW universe cannot expand to accommodate 2 more katz. Traveling back and forth between SCal and AZ with ONE is already a chore. And that reminds me: gotta have Mr VOW call the vet and get more kitty tranqs!
The poor, idiot cat I have now is truly not very bright. The one thing he DOES know how to do is purr!
~VOW
I’ve got so many scratches and kneading holes from my cats. When I go to the hospital and they see it they’re gonna think bad things. Like, maybe I’m cutting/poking myself. How’m I gonna explain that? “Ummm?.. yes Nurse-lady, It’s my 2 evil Siamese cats who are abusing me.”… I see social workers and psychologists visiting my Hospital room. Little notebooks in hand.
Well, you could explain that you are the handmaid and Lady in Waiting for possessedRoyalty
From that website
It was believed that when a member of the royal family died, the Siamese would then receive the deceased soul. The cat would be moved to a temple with servants, spending the rest of its life in pure luxury