the daily snivel
Cats and naked people...
The two kinds of pictures without which the internet would not exist.
It's been a while since I'd done any cat blogging, and since Mel borrowed her sister's digital camera and took some great shot of the kitties, I thought I would share the wealth.
This fella right here is George, who you already know. Like many cats, George enjoys sleeping about 18 hours a day and exhibits no sympathy when you're trying to get your measly six or seven hours if it comes between him and his breakfast. George was caught in a very typically sleepy moment, awakened from his nap by the unholy whirring of a digital camera starting up and extending its lens and wearily looking up at the world just in time to catch the blinding flash.
On the bright side, my special little guy is feeling a whole lot better since his big expensive trip to the vet this summer, and his allergies have almost completely subsided. His tummy is a fuzzy pleasure to touch now, rather than that sort of damp, bald, icky red disaster it cost $800 to remedy. But one look at that face and it all comes back why he's worth every penny.
Egads, you say to yourself. Now there are two cats?
Yessir. This big boy is named Chopin. He's kind of a hard luck case, though you wouldn't know it to look at him. Chopin is a Maine Coon, which for the uninitiated is essentially an extremely furry behemoth about twice the length and weight of most other cats. He's a ward of the household due to the fact that his owner of twelve years moved out West with her boyfriend, and that boyfriend -- who is totally not a dick -- would not let Chopin accompany them. I mean, while only an utter cock would not let someone bring their beloved, elderly sweetie pop of a cat with them to a new home, I'm sure there are plenty of totally believable he's-really-not-a-dick reasons why the cat is here and not there.
But all that said, I feel very lucky to have him as our guest. Chopin is a beautiful, friendly, cuddly boy with a great disposition. Despite the fact that he spent his first few days in the house hiding under the guest bed in the office and hissing, he quickly came to accept his new home and now seems as happy as he's ever been. He and George had no problems at all getting to know one another -- after two weeks, we could hardly recognize Chopin as the spitting creature that once shunned all love and attention. Now, he purrs constantly -- even while he eats -- and he and George love play-fighting and curling up for naps together in the office while the humans putter and work. The only vestige of his crustier side is the fact that he walks away grumbling when he doesn't get his way like an old curmudgeon -- a trait after my own heart.
Yep, so I've definitely got the cat thing going for me.
But what about the naked people?
Comments:It's been a while since I'd done any cat blogging, and since Mel borrowed her sister's digital camera and took some great shot of the kitties, I thought I would share the wealth.
This fella right here is George, who you already know. Like many cats, George enjoys sleeping about 18 hours a day and exhibits no sympathy when you're trying to get your measly six or seven hours if it comes between him and his breakfast. George was caught in a very typically sleepy moment, awakened from his nap by the unholy whirring of a digital camera starting up and extending its lens and wearily looking up at the world just in time to catch the blinding flash.
On the bright side, my special little guy is feeling a whole lot better since his big expensive trip to the vet this summer, and his allergies have almost completely subsided. His tummy is a fuzzy pleasure to touch now, rather than that sort of damp, bald, icky red disaster it cost $800 to remedy. But one look at that face and it all comes back why he's worth every penny.
Egads, you say to yourself. Now there are two cats?
Yessir. This big boy is named Chopin. He's kind of a hard luck case, though you wouldn't know it to look at him. Chopin is a Maine Coon, which for the uninitiated is essentially an extremely furry behemoth about twice the length and weight of most other cats. He's a ward of the household due to the fact that his owner of twelve years moved out West with her boyfriend, and that boyfriend -- who is totally not a dick -- would not let Chopin accompany them. I mean, while only an utter cock would not let someone bring their beloved, elderly sweetie pop of a cat with them to a new home, I'm sure there are plenty of totally believable he's-really-not-a-dick reasons why the cat is here and not there.
But all that said, I feel very lucky to have him as our guest. Chopin is a beautiful, friendly, cuddly boy with a great disposition. Despite the fact that he spent his first few days in the house hiding under the guest bed in the office and hissing, he quickly came to accept his new home and now seems as happy as he's ever been. He and George had no problems at all getting to know one another -- after two weeks, we could hardly recognize Chopin as the spitting creature that once shunned all love and attention. Now, he purrs constantly -- even while he eats -- and he and George love play-fighting and curling up for naps together in the office while the humans putter and work. The only vestige of his crustier side is the fact that he walks away grumbling when he doesn't get his way like an old curmudgeon -- a trait after my own heart.
Yep, so I've definitely got the cat thing going for me.
But what about the naked people?
Ya you are right..when it comes to a pet lover all matters is the pet itself and not the money spend on him/her.Even I took my feline to a vet last week but the cost was much less than yours.($300).And hey you too can check out this post on hollywood cat movies to know more about these furry pals.
