Great cat names!
And you have every right to be a proud momma! That’s just about the cutest damned thing I ever saw.
I like to whip the kitty pictures out, too. I’m trying really hard not to right now, as a matter of fact!
I really need to update that page. We have only about a thousand and one pics that are much cuter than those. 
My black cat Morwen used to sleep like that! I always thought he looked like a dressed turkey (well, a hairy black turkey with a head, but still…) He started doing it whan he was about 2, and eventually he wouldn’t sleep any other way. I’ve never seen another cat do it before now!
Fine then. You’ve talked me into it (it took a lot!). Perhaps you should change your name to temptress?
Buggy has been known to be found here. That’s my side of the bed, by the way, and yes, that’s exactly how we found him.
Poopy spends most of his time with his head in an empty soda box.
I need to upload some new pictures of my boys, too. I have a really cute one of The Bug peeking his head out of a blanket.
Pretty Poopy is right! :eek: That is a gorgeous cat!
Yes, and he knows it, too. There’s no mistaking who the boss is chez nous.
He can get a little crabby if life isn’t quite going his way (hee, hee). (The other furry creature in the picture is my husband, btw.) He’s gonna be even more pissed off when we give him a haircut in the spring (the cat, not my husband). He gets big clumps of hair that I end up having to literally pull out and I think we’re gonna shave him. He probably won’t talk to me for weeks.
I recently found one of my kittens, Freddie, balanced precariously laying across the coat hangers in my closet. He’s not very heavy yet, so the weight of the clothes was enough to counter-balance him. I was convinced he was going to fall right through (that natural feline grace seems to have skipped my pair) but he somehow managed to walk across and lay down on them.
We once found our cat under the hood of our neighbors car. It was snowing and she climbed up into the engine area and got stuck next to the battery. We had to wait for the neighbors to come home to get her out.
Many odd places:
In the suitcase while it’s being packed (or unpacked).
In the dryer when it’s empty.
On top of the clothes basket, pushing all of the clothes down, so she’s actually hidden from view
Underneath the desk, next to my feet right now.
On top of the refrigerator.
Trying to climb the chrismas tree (that didnt turn out too well).
On top of the TV, trying to claw the aliens that are being blasted.
Behind the TV (apperently it’s warm there)…
Bastian aims to please - she’s just found a brand new weird place to hang out.
I’ve been calling her all afternoon, but she wasn’t in any of her regular places - odd or otherwise. I knew she didn’t get out, since I haven’t left the house today, and she was sitting in my lap when **Mr. Stasaeon ** left. After a while, I gave up. After all, she had to be around somewhere, and when she wanted to make her presence known, she would do so on her own time. So I forgot about it.
I found her at lunchtime. Here. (Warning, large file). She seems quite pissy that I disturbed her beauty rest.
Fool cat.
Oooh, I realized I have pictures!
This is Khan disguising himself as the arm of the couch.
And I guess I haven’t uploaded any of the pictures of Sirius. 
Hey, Draelin!
Did you ever try to booze them up? 
I’m waiting for Christmas–it’ll go nicely with the catnip.
One of the funniest places I’ve found my cat was in a 12 pack of beer. I had of course removed all the beer through a small flap and left the box on the floor. A little while later I saw a cat head poking out of the flap and the rest of the cat all bunched up in the box.
I’ve actually seen a similar picture online of a cat in a Busch 12 pack box and it was titled “redneck cat carrier”. That wasn’t my cat though because I was drinking Amstel.
When I’d get home from work, go to the bathroom or to the bedroom to doff the “uniform”, I’d come back to the living room and find my Chocolate Point Siamese, Thai-Thai, hanging from the doorknob of the outer door, telling me to take him for his evening walk. He “heeled” just like a trained pup. May he R.I. Cat P.
Fluffy-once, in my dresser drawer. Apparently she crawled in there when I was putting my pjs on, I didn’t see her, and closed the drawer. An hour later, we heard crying, my parents and I went to investigate, and found her curled up in there.
We’ve found all of them in the pantry cupboard in the kitchen at one time or another. Fluffy used to crawl in there and lay on the napkins. Unfortunately, she’d knead them and shred them up in the process.
Misty-laying down in her litterbox.
Buffy-in the dog’s crate. Once, about an hour after the dog had been put to bed (she was still a puppy), we heard the dog whining and growling, and came to investigate. Apparently, Buffy had crawled in there and my mother didn’t notice her when she went to put Lexie in to bed. Then Lexie probably just fell asleep, but somehow, Buffy woke her up. What fun that was!
Maggie once managed to crawl into the drawer of my nightstand by going under it and then crawling in through the back. sigh
When I was a travel nurse, my kitties were car cats. That’s where they were most comfortable. When I’d settle at an assignment, they’d hide for the first few days.
Once, I got up first morning. Kitties had both gone to sleep on the bed with me. The assignment was in Austin in the late spring, so A/C all the way. No doors opened since last I saw them. Spot was sleeping is exactly the same place he’d fallen asleep. Killer was no where to be found… No Where! NO WHERE!! I turned the 800 Sq ft, one bedroom apt upside-down! I looked on the closet shelves, in the kitchen drawers, behind the kitchen drawers, behind the drapes, under the couch (one inch clearance, but hey.) Every box I’d brought in got emptied. I took all the drawers out of the dresser, I pulled the refrigerator and range away from the wall, finally, after 4 hours I pulled the drawer in the night stand all the way out; 6 pound kitty tucked into a 3 inch (at best) space! If I hadn’t seen it, I’d swear it couldn’t be done. I still don’t have a clue how she got in there!
Gabby has taken to opening the cabinet doors and curling up in there. I’ve found her under the sink, curled up in a nest she’d made out of the gracery sacks. She also used to curl up on the back of the counter, next to the stove and the toaster oven. Although, I think she’s stopped that since I turned the blender (which is near there) on a couple of times while she was laying there. Poor cat jumped out of her fur when I fired up the blender. She’ll also curl up on the dishwasher door if it’s down, or under it, if the rack’s out. She’ll get on top of the fridge occassionally, and for a while she was sleeping top of my turntable.
The only place she consistently likes to get is on top of the magazine rack, and when she does that, I know that she wants to go outside.
Storm, our very fluffy brown tabby, is a smallish adult cat—probably weighs under 10 pounds, but lately she enjoys sleeping on the cable box. The cable box is in a TV armoire and there’s less than one foot of space above it. It’s always an effort for her to squeeze in there and her tail covers the clock on the front. Sometimes we can’t use the remote, because parts of her body cover the remote sensor, too.