Cats, man. Cats.
Cats, man. Cats.
Oh, my babycat. I haven’t seen her as much lately, she has other yards she visits, likes to stay safe. But that night she spent in my backyard was dreamy. She ventured out into the open and stretched out on a rock, and I snuck her some crunchies. It’s like that Summer Nights number in Grease, totally.
My sweet cottonpaw baby bean footie girl hasn’t really slashed me, but…I mean, there was that one time she nicked me I AM FINE I HAVE MY SHOTS.
She has good taste, I’ll give her that.
If you were lucky enough to have seen my Poppy sing at a wedding, you’d probably have heard him do Just A Gigolo. If you were lucky enough to have a 50th wedding anniversary, he’d greet you with, “What went wrong?” Have a spot of tea and a spot of cookie for my Poppy’s 100th birthday today, he was the kind of fun they don’t make much anymore.
After my Poppy passed away, random young women came up to my Nan to tell her he made them go back to school. He was a big believer in not being a floosie. I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t know what my cats are talking about, The Fluffy One has a strange dialect, after all.
Okay, so back in the ’80s when my Poppy would come home from his friend’s house, he’d say to our dog, “Smell those girls!” because his friend had a load of girl dogs. My Poppy would’ve been 100 this Friday so you’re getting some way out interpretations of some of his quotes.
The fluffy calico likes to eat. She likes it so much she will finish hers, walk right over, and eat the food right out from under her kittens. So I try to slow her down by playing with her, but she has no idea what cat toys are about.
Okay, so when I see my baby tiger, apparently I don’t see the houses beyond the gates.
I’m not even a very good cat, I’ll admit it. That fierce tiny kitten didn’t care one bit that I was telling her to let my baby tiger up on the porch.
The humane traps have become quite a source of entertainment for the Ninja Twins and The Puppy. The Puppy has jumped across the floor to play with an empty trap. Maybe it’s the peanut butter?
It’s true, m’Man could turn everything in his presence kawaii, it was just one of his sexy super powers.
The only thing I am reviewing here is that playing squeaky mouse with a young tabby is 10/10.
I could be wrong, but this black-and-white cat only comes around once in a while, and now there are two black-and-white kittens following the fluffy calico around. The third was like seeing a ghost. A cute little fuzzy ghost. Could my Siberian tiger friend I haven’t seen in 11 weeks be the kitten-daddy? I don’t know. These three are terrified of us. Not even food is doing the trick to get them to come over.