Well, ok, then let me start the ball of yarn rolling.
I take a lot of pictures lately of this guy , but he’s got a small, loyal cult following here, so I feel obligated. That’s the couch in the front room, which he has declared the Safe Haven of Cuervo.
For reference, that’s Mouse with him. This is his first picture with **Mouse. **He grew, Mouse did not.
Yesterday, we had this window open. It’s his window to the world. He stayed there all day and all night.
Some of you gave me some good advice about his bullying problem a few months back. A lot of the problem went away after he was fixed. Evil Fat Scarlett still picks on him a bit, but he’s gotten much better at defending himself. We find a LOT of gray fur where they’ve skirmished, so obviously, he’s made her more careful.
Nevertheless, this is the picture I thought I’d never get to take. All three kids on the bed at the same time. That’s Marty, who celebrated his 12th birthday April 4th, next to Cuervo. Scarlett’s ears are back because until I walked in the room with the camera, I don’t think she knew he was on the bed. But after I left, peace reigned in the land, so it was ok with her after all.
I’ve referred to Ernie - Best Cat Ever, here before. On the table next to the bed is a small framed picture of him. The Beanie on the table guards my glasses when I’m not wearing them. Damn cat’s been dead since '97 and he still has to work!
You may all now pile on with your attempts at cuter kitty pics. Cuervo welcomes all comers.
after a bath. That’s a crappy picture, but the cat looked so damn cute and pissed off that I had to try to salvage it in photoshop.
Here is my puss playing with the dog’s toy rope. It’s the only decent photo we have with his eyes open. I think he’s sensitive to the flash.
here he is being adorable. One of the few where he doesn’t look pissed off.
he likes to steal the computer chair. He’s spoiled rotten- usually when he’s on the chair, the human who wants to use the computer either gets a dining room chair or kneels on the floor.
Here’s Spaulding in food mode. He likes Super Supper and, when you’ve got the can upside down to get the food out, he swats the back of the can with his paw to get the food out faster.
Heh…my apologies. I can only offer up the excuse that I had a screaming baby on my lap at the time of that post. The littlest Briston prefers that posts be kept to a two-word maximum.
This guy. “Boo” is actually a shortened version of his original name, which he received when we adopted him as a kitten with a very bad cold.
