to 4 days of Obama .gif at top of her pet human’s blog:

Arrgh! Moving thing I can't catch!

Still there! 4 day, 28 cat-day, still can't catch!

It torture me! Nough is nough!

It gone? You catch? You leave innards by front door?
to 4 days of Obama .gif at top of her pet human’s blog:

Arrgh! Moving thing I can't catch!

Still there! 4 day, 28 cat-day, still can't catch!

It torture me! Nough is nough!

It gone? You catch? You leave innards by front door?
AWWWWWW. Super Cute!!!
I know! Cute overload! It’s hard to live with so much cuteness, sometimes I cute out.
OMG!!! Mr Blue is all grown up. AWWWWWW I love this post.
Believe it or not, I was actually thinking of you when I posted it. I expected the first comment would be from you, cuting out :p
Man! That could be my cat. I cute out pretty regularly too. Those are adorable pictures.
She’s a sweetie. She’s very tiny — the runt of the litter and never got very big. I can still fit her into my hoodie pocket, although she doesn’t much care for that mode of travel anymore.
I never really understood why people like cats?
I have been able to achieve a state of fragile detente with my daughters cat – but that’s about as far as either of us expect it to ever go. It doesn’t claw my leg or try and shed on me, and I don’t step on its tail or pretend I didn’t see it and let it shiver outside in the winter when it wants to come in.
Step on its tail!
LOL
Yeah, I’m a Dog Person myself: I much prefer the unconditional love & devotion of canines to the snarly condescending arrogance of The Feline. However, living out in the sticks as I do, at least one cat is mandatory to keep the rodents away, so I have a couple of them.
This particular cat was the runt of the litter and almost didn’t make it, so she seems to have won the hearts of some of my commenters. I have to admit, for a cat she is pretty adorable, probably the first cat I’ve ever really liked. She sometimes has a bad attitude, but that comes with the territory
She’s not the same cat from years ago, is she?
Naw, couldn’t be…:)
Hey babe, you’ve got mail!
No, it’s a relatively new cat. Stroker lived to a ripe old age (15) but went the way of all good things in the Spring of 2008 — I posted about it here.
This little cat was born to a pregnant stray that I adopted a couple of months after Stroker went to the big catnip plantation in the sky. She’s a pretty nice cat, not vicious like Stroker was.
Hopefully you’ll be able to meet her in person at some point soon, eh?
Mr. Blue gets off lightly. All one need do is remind
him about what all Americans are going through
this election year.
Anyway, nothing wrong with Obama. Only trouble
is he doesn’t come in a catnip doll form.
Obama catnip doll, the next big thing in pet marketing. I can just see it!
Heh. Mr. Blue is facepawing!
Facepaw!
