Showing posts with label cats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cats. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

WTF Wednesday: Clothes Are For Humans!


 (It's allergy season, and my eye is a runny mess.)

Before I rip her a new one, I must graciously thank my human mother for allowing me to vent on this blog. While we don’t always see things eye-to-eye, I love her dearly although I don’t always show it. Now, on to the clawing!
 
I do not like “things” on my luxurious fur. I may just be a cat to you, but my fur belongs to me, and I get warm enough as it is without her covering it with human crap like scarves and sweaters and junk. It's bad enough she makes me wear that damn collar with that stupid bell on it, but I’m hip to the game. If she even comes near me with one of those things, I haul tail! Look at this nonsense she draped around me for this photo. I look and feel ridiculous which is why I refused to cooperate for this photo. Not even the sweet aroma of chicken-flavored treats could entice me to let her tie this crap around me. I’m like, “I’m a cat! WTF….”

Thursday, December 4, 2008

That Darn Cat!



Every time I turn around, this little monkey is into something she has no business being into. Pepper loves my light box. For one, it's a box. Cats love them for some reason. I'm surprised she actually "posed" for this pic. Getting her to keep still is like pulling teeth. I love her though.

Yeah, it's a slow day. Can't you tell?

Monday, February 25, 2008

Feline Be Mine

While I'm watching A Raisin In The Sun on TV, and waiting for my candles to set, I thought I'd share a picture of my baby. Her name is Pepper, and I've had her since she was 6 months old. She's 11 now, but it still feels like yesterday. I've had cats all my life. I have this kindred spirit with them. I love their independence and their "I-don't-give-a-damn" attitude. Pepper displays much tenacity. I adopted her at the shelter, but she picked me. We've been through thick and thin, that cat and I. I swear she's my mother re-incarnated sometimes. She'll give me a look like "What do you want?" and other times she'll look at me like "I need a hug. Love me!" It really is true that pets can be therapeutic. If I didn't have her after Spencer died, I don't know what I'd have done. Yes, that's my Boondie.......