Heck, we even got a cat to go with our used bookstore that we, well, don’t actually have.
Yet!
She’s the perfect bookstore cat. She likes everyone, but she weighs too much for someone to steal her!
Lou, she was beautiful. My condolences on losing her.
Marina Sirtis has really cute pictures of kitties on her website!
If you open a book store, cats will show up. It’s just a law of nature or something. The longhair colorpoint kitty is very loving, but very lazy. He’s perfectly content with lying on the counter near the door, where everyone sees him first thing…and usually, he gets petted before the customer goes on to browse for books. He’s also happy to be picked up and carried around while someone is browsing, too. The grey tabby girl is far more independent, and far more active. On the home page, she defends the Book Shoppe from a canine invader.
For your viewing pleasure–Random Kitten generator
My vet has a three legged cat named Lucky who has the uncanny ability to estimate exactly how long the leashes are that are attached to the big dumb dogs who invade his space constantly. He plops himself down just out of reach and completely ignores them. It drives dogs insane. Such a stinker.
A dish of cat food would bring the cat back, almost certainly; cats love to flitch food from a neighbor’s house. Not sure why this is so, but even well fed cats like to beg elsewhere, then turn their noses up at their “Official Home Cooked Dinner.”
I hope the orange tailless fellow comes back either way.
There are six cats in my house now. Six are mine, one is a semi-permanent houseguest until a home is found for him; the cat, however, has other plans. He be very content to be dubbed Seven.
Bunny: Smallest cat in the house. Also the dominant cat in the house. Not because she can beat up the other cats, but largely through sheer persistence. She believes she’s the dominant cat in the house, and all the other cats lack the perseverance to convince her otherwise.
She gets her ass kicked, occasionally. It doesn’t deter her for long. Bunny is not too bright, and convinced of her place in the universe.
Woke up this morning, and retired to the can for my morning meditations. Parked upon the commode, I began to contemplate the universe.
Bunny trotted in and leaped up on the counter, and stared at me. Meeeeooooowww!
I glanced at her. She stared at me. Meeeeeeoooooowwwww! (Hey! You! Pet me! Love me! Pay attention to me!)
“Bunny, you are on the counter. I am on the can. I cannot reach you to pet you.”
Meeoooowwwwwowowow!
Now, Bunny is not the only cat in the house who suddenly seems to need attention when I am on the can. Dax routinely trots up and nips at my fingers when I am in this position. Captive audience, after all. Callie often likes to climb into my pants and settle down, as if she thinks I’m going to be there long enough for her to take a nap.
But Bunny’s territory is the counter. Meoooowwwww!
“Look, y’brainless animal, I am on the can. I am across the bathroom from you. I cannot even begin to reach you, much less pet you.”
Meeeooooowowoooowww! (No excuses!)
Finally, I reached out, and extended myself as far as I could. I was still a good foot and a half from being able to pet the idiot cat. Bunny, for her part, extended her head as far off the counter as possible without actually falling off. It has been physically demonstrated that I am unable to pet the cat from my current position until she moves.
She looked disappointed… but finally shut up. And gave me a look like it was my fault.
Stupid cat…