Lair’s always whining that nobody else catblogs on Friday even though we have cats. So here’s a picture of Sydney, who has decided she’s the queen of our new guest bedding. It took a couple of smacks on the head for her to understand that “no clawing the comforter” means “no clawing the comforter”.
I am queen of this bed.
And even though my friend Tarina doesn’t like cats and is a tad allergic, and even though she kept putting Minerva back on the floor, Minerva took Tarina’s horizontal position to mean that she wanted Minerva to occupy Tarina’s lap.
“No, Minerva, don’t jump up here. Eyes will itch. You stay on floor.”
“You said jump up here, right? Because your lap looks warm. I shall lie upon it.”
“She accidentally put me back down. Common mistake. Let me fix it for her.”
“And just to make sure she doesn’t mistakenly put me on the floor again, I’ll brace myself really well this time.” “SarahK, your cat is a terrorist.”
“A couple of smacks on the head”? Sydney is plotting his revenge and it won’t be pretty and it won’t be painless…infidel!
So, you think you’re in charge here. There’s a reason that dogs have masters but cats have staff. Get buzy human.
She’s adorable.
So is the cat.
At least it’s not like one of the cats I had as a kid. When I was on a couch like that with a blanket, she jumped first on my feet, then on the back of the couch, walked the length of it, then jumped on my head, walked the length of me, then did laps like this, purring loudly from the moment she walked in the room. She woke me up two mornings in a row like that, even though both times I pulled the blanket over her and sweetly roughed her up.
Gray cats are STILL my favorite. Sydney is gorgeous!
Only a whinny animal rights wacko from PETA would sleep on the floor when their cat take over the bed
“I am the Sunni Triangle”
A squirt bottle full of water is a good cat training device.
Aim for the butt lol.
You can hit em at a full run from across the room (which you have to do after nailing them the 1st few times).