Sunday, February 27, 2005

Undercover kitty

Mat often walks through the house rapping -- in the cutest, geekiest sort of way -- "Where my kitties at? Where my kitties at?" They usually come running. Buddy and Blue LOVE their dad.

A couple of weeks ago, Blusie wasn't 'around'. These guys are always 'around', like dogs, and if they're not on you or close by, then you know they're in one of a limited number of favourite spots OR accidently locked in a closet (I'm looking at YOU, Budzo).

So I'm walking around the house saying, "Where my kitties at?" and Buddy's like, "Dude, I'm right here." But no Blusie.

After searching closets and calling his name and getting a little worried, I finally discover him on the spare bed under the covers. We've had this cat for 3 years, and never once did he show signs of being a closet undercover kitty.

When he's there, he thinks he's invisible. And when he's discovered, he makes this little chirping sound as if to say, "Alright, you caught me." And he just stays there. I guess he's found the only place where the Porkchop can't find him and beat him up. Hopefully Budzo never gets wise because Blusie deserves a little peace now and then.

Saturday, February 19, 2005

Scaredy Pig

Although he's come a long way since the day we brought him home from the Humane Society, The Checkerboard is still a big chicken. This makes him ideal for photographing though, because he remains perfectly still knowing that the slightest movement could alert his predators to his secret location (in this case, the couch).

Single T thinks Checkers hates his guts. While it's true that Checkers is more of a scaredy pig when Mat's around, I don't think he should take it personally. After all, it could have been a man that threw the pidget out in the snow, and maybe Checks just can't trust any men yet.

We love you no matter what, guinea pidge! But yo, Checkers: RELAX, guy.

Monday, February 14, 2005

Cupboard Kitty

"What the fudge?"

That was what single T exclaimed as he opened the cupboard door to get a glass on the weekend. I had inadvertently closed the doors on this fluffy blue kitty. Blusie (or Blusifer when he's being shifty) has a tendency to hide in places where he doesn't belong. This place, though, was a first.

He's also a contortionist kitty; turning himself into a pretzel in order to fit into the smallest spaces. It's pretty cool, but also A LITTLE BIT ANNOYING when you just want to shut the f n door.

Saturday, February 05, 2005

Kitty toy graveyard

Oh the carnage!

Killer has taken to depositing his 'catches' on the spare bed. This is also the place where he makes for darn sure they're good and dead.