This is Mo. She likes walking towards you while you're taking pictures and lick-attacking your hands. This is Bailey and... this is her behind (she lost interest as soon as she realized there wasn't any food).
Pictured: Elvis. I have never met a cat who loves sleeping under a blanket like this guy. The Seahawks' performance today is an entirely reasonable thing to nap through, though.
Let's try uploading a picture! Here's my cat in her usual state. Which is "I don't care if you were trying to do something, we're petting me now."
What strikes me is that neither seems particularly fond of the bowties. I will wear this . . . for now. But woe be thee who sleeps at night!
nah, those are the ears of cats who are calm. In my experience, cats seem to have three default reactions to new things: Is it scary? yes --> claw it off like it's the devil and hide under the bed for a few hours no Is it interesting? yes --> claw it off like it's a yummy piece of bacon and fling it around the room like it's a mouse rolled in catnip no ignore
Yeah, they don't seem to mind. They're pretty chill -- well, the black one is deathly afraid of strawberries, but other than that...
this is my pride and joy. Taken on the 3DS. just figured out how to use the sd card shut up ilovehimsomuch <3
NEW BABY HAMSTERS SORRY FOR THE CAMERA QUALITY SAPPHIRE COLOURATION WINTER WHITE WILD COLOURATION WINTER WHITE THIS HAMSTER IS RIDICULOUS
http://penny-arcade.com/report/edit...f-video-game-dogs-to-help-save-the-real-thing Anyone see this, some pretty awesome images like this:
Here I present you my cat, Shakti. No, I didn't name her. She is abusive, grumpy and fickle. And I love her.
How did you manage to teach him that? Mine just love to slobber on yarn until they gum through it. Despite my vigilance I am constantly pulling it out of their throats and just praying this doesn't mean a trip to the kitty ER.
A gentle tap or push on the nose and a loud "NO!" If he is in my lap when he does it, he gets dumped off. That is the Highest of Insults against him, though, so YMMV.
I have to wait to break out the knitting until Lucas and Dickens are Calm (which, in cat terms, means they have been asleep in the armchair for at least 30 minutes). Otherwise it's an hour of "Oooh, can I play with the yarn? How about now? Now? What about now? Now? C'mon! Wait, why did you put the yarn away?"
It's taken me a week, but I've managed to stop shouting when talking about hamsters. This is Willow, clearly trying to pretend that she didn't kick most of her food out of her food bowl. I'll try to get another photo of the other one when she wakes up.