Yep, it's that time of week again, and despite the weird weather (thanks a fucking heap, global warming deniers!), the denizens of La Casa de Los Gatos — well, some of them, anyway ...
Gustav, Zingiber, Gojira
... celebrate, in their own way.
A bout of misfortune has leveled the human denizens. The feline denizens might appear to have been leveled, but, trust us on this, this is their normal response to everything.
No, Zingiber is not lovin' on Gojira, he's squashing her
Note that Zinge is easily two to three times the size of any other cat in the house. We take this opportunity to mention that his favourite sleeping position is on top of any nearby creature. Yes, he will crush every last molecule of air out of your lungs.
Also, to ensure you don't roll over while he's sleeping on you, he hooks all 20 razor-sharp claws in for better grabbage and rotatage. No, it's pointless trying to escape. Yes, the pillowcases have bloodstains.
Same cats, different view
Whadya mean, "Why do you put up with it?" There's a choice?
Besides, he's better than an electric blanket on cold nights. If you can push his 22-pound bulk into a comfortable position, that is. Plus, he purrs. There's definitely something to be said for a warm, enormous, purring ginger cat snuggling up on a cold night. What it is, we don't know just yet. We suspect it's in the nature of "GERROFF ME YOU FAT FUCKING HAIRY LOUT!"
Not that it works, or anything. Stumble It!