Caturday

A Sleepy Coot In All His Fluffitude

Disclaimer: That's Gustav's ear intruding into the picture.

Maru the Crankpot started it!

I decided to go against the grain and be difficult and blog cats on Saturday instead of Friday. So sue me. No, don't, please. Life sucks enough.

The Cootten has a cold. He's being extra-kittenish, but since he's much too large to be considered a kitten, we have to make up a new term for him. So Cootten it is, till he recovers. Many kisses on his poor pink nose, which he keeps licking. Poor li'l guy. I mean, poor enormous lout.

Gojira, aka The WahWah Petal

She cannot get enough of her kittentude, I tell you. Fuller of herself than a pillow is of down. She sometimes mixes her drinks - wine and sake. I wonder if that's why she gets extra frisky after lights-out, leaping about under the bed in pursuit of dustbunnies, or imaginary toys.

Although SOMEkitty has been bringing the white terrycloth bunny or the blue raccoon up to bed every single night lately. We used to think Gustav did it to appease us but it might be someone else, since Gustav's legs are too wonky for him to be carrying stuff now. We keep throwing it down the stairs only to find it either in the bed or close by on the floor multiple times a day.

Thanks to the poison in cat food scares of late, we're switching them to homecooked once the kibble runs out. Let's hope it works.

I'll try anything to get old Pumpkin-Butt slimmed down.

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