Since I left the 'dope, my life has been enriched by a series of feline friends. Bishop was the first, rescued from a Habitat for Humanity construction site. He grew up into a fine handsome cat, though he gets porky at times. Ripley followed, she’s the perpetual kitten and rules the roost. Finally there is Zim, who showed up on our doorstep last Christmas, and is the reason for this post. You see, Zim likes boxes, she REALLY likes boxes. Whenever we drop a box on the floor, we start counting. We rarely reach 30 before she’s in the box. Recently, we discovered a new game. With Zim in the box moi and I stand at opposite ends of the kitchen, taking turns sliding cat in box across the kitchen floor with our feet. Yes, we play kitty soccer. And she loves it.
Kitties. Kitties kitties kitties kitties kitties kitties mrroooowwwrr squeeeee kitties kitties kitties.
Ripley is so cute, so wise, such an old soul (even if it is the eternal kitten). I want a cat just like Ripley! Orange cats rock!
I’m unsure if she’s wise or not, but damn is she smart. I haven’t met Zim, but Ripley runs circles around Bishop. And she’s adorable. Lethal combination.
Your cats are just strange, that_darn_cat. I am amused as all get out, but I just cannot imagine what Zim’s getting out of this. Are you sure it’s not the water in your neck of the woods?
Very cute cats, but not as odd as all that. Your Zim sounds as prepositional as my Phoebe, in being her favorite preposition with into following a close second.
Cute kitties!
Bishop puts up with a lot from the girls, but once in a while he just SNAPS and beats the hell out of one of them. Not that it makes any difference, Ripley refuses to back down, even after we hear the little hollow noise of kitten skull hitting the floor. And Zim is too daft to realize he’s pissed.
Kitties love to be in boxes. That isn’t weird, it is just kitties being kitties. It only gets weird when they start trying to cram themselves into tiny boxes they can’t fit into without help. You don’t know funny until you see a cat try for the better part of an hour to fit into an empty condom box.
The internet is for* porn*.
Cat porn? Gross.
Cats. 
You name your cats Bishop and Ripley (and a third after an alien), but none Jonesy? What’s up with that?
Well, Bishop was the wrong color to be a Jonesy and Ripley is a girl. If we ever had an orange boy cat, he’d be Jonesy.
While I’ve never seen that particular situation, I have seen cats try to fit themselves into impossibly small boxes. And bags. Our cats greatly regret that we use our own bags to carry home the groceries. Every now and then, we get more groceries than we have bags for, and then we bring home a paper bag, which we promptly empty and set on the floor on its side. TWO paper bags are a real treat, as it allows cats to ZOOM from one bag to the other.
I think that we will play kitty soccer at the next opportunity.
I can imagine Bishop snapping, but I maintain that Ripley seems a hell of a lot smarter than he is. He’s just got size and testosterone on his side. Or something. Of course, you all live with them, so I could be wrong.
This isn’t the first time one of you has mentioned that Zim seems to be a bit slow. Probably what causes her to enjoy you two playing kitty soccer with her and her box.
I’m looking forward to meeting this Zim at some point.
Zim’s motto is “If I fits in it, I sits in it”. (Shamelessly stolen from another cat thread here on the dope) I’ve seen here squeeze into a skinny basket, half full of magazines. She also makes lemur noises and has clown feet. Here erstwhile humans had her declawed and it looks like it was done with a butter knife. If I wasn’t pro-claws before, I would be now.
BLueKangaroo No doubt that Ripley is the smartest of the bunch, that’s for sure. My current amusement is teaching her to sit on my shoulder like a parrot. She’s starting to get it, and I can’t imagine the other two ever learning that.
Natty Boh? That’s one hep cat!
Mine does it naturaly. Of course, he’s six pounds now. ow.
