Friday, February 10, 2006
it's friday! there are cats!
The orange blankie, just out of the dryer, brings them together on the chair. Actually, they're sitting on a pile of blankety things that came out of the dryer on...Monday? Something like that. Neither the cats nor the previously-clean things have moved from this spot since then.
Max (13yo black boy cat on the left) and Deuce (3.5yo tuxedo girl cat on the right) don't really hang out together—except on primo piles of blankets. They certainly don't hate each other, but they're not nearly as close as Max and Toby were. Then again, Max and Toby grew up together from two or three months old til I put Toby to sleep (bless his ever-lovin' heart) a year ago.
But these two don't fight—none of my cats ever fought, just the playful chasing that cats do—they just jockey for position on the orange blankie.
The orange blankie, just out of the dryer, brings them together on the chair. Actually, they're sitting on a pile of blankety things that came out of the dryer on...Monday? Something like that. Neither the cats nor the previously-clean things have moved from this spot since then.Max (13yo black boy cat on the left) and Deuce (3.5yo tuxedo girl cat on the right) don't really hang out together—except on primo piles of blankets. They certainly don't hate each other, but they're not nearly as close as Max and Toby were. Then again, Max and Toby grew up together from two or three months old til I put Toby to sleep (bless his ever-lovin' heart) a year ago.
But these two don't fight—none of my cats ever fought, just the playful chasing that cats do—they just jockey for position on the orange blankie.
