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All You Need is Love

Jan 6th

Posted by Jen in Pets

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Andrew and Kayli, caught in a rare instance of showing each other affection.

I swear, sometimes I think that our cats believe they are human. We have Andrew, the orange Tabby who “talks” to me constantly, follows me around like he’s my shadow, and even sits like a human, his fat creating this kind of … halo… around his body.

And when he’s not sitting like a human, he’s doing these strange contortionist poses with his body. Remember Gumby? That’s what Andrew reminds me of with his little bendable legs going every which direction.

Then we have Meeper, who apparently doesn’t like his paws to be cold and will actually put his paws under our space heater. Like it’s his personal PAW-WARMER.

Our cats are very well-loved, and they know it. They are so loved, in fact, that all four of them sometimes think they are human. And Paul and I wouldn’t have it any other way…

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The Malevolent Laughter of Cats

Nov 24th

Posted by Jen in Pets

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Sometimes when you have pets, they start thinking they’re human after a while.

And, embarrassingly enough, sometimes you treat them as if they were human.

Sometimes, when you are on the brink of losing your sanity due to lack of adult conversation for the duration of the day, you play pranks on them. Because you have NOTHING BETTER TO DO than talk baby-talk with you baby, clean the house, and play pranks on your pets.

So anyways, the other day, Kayli and Andrew were snuggled contentedly against each other, basking in each other’s fuzzy body heat. Under the curious gaze of Turbo (not pictured) and his tail (pictured.)

Snuggling

Of course, when I see animals who are peacefully sleeping in such a comfortable position, I JUST CAN’T HELP IT. 

I have to do SOMETHING.

So I sneak up as quietly as my creaking bones will allow.

Kayli opens her eyes slightly. Andrew stretches and rolls contentedly onto his back and grunts with warm satisfaction. Grunts, I tell you!

Rolling over

So, with a mischievous smile, I bend over to poke Andrew’s exposed belly. Because that’s what I do when a cat is sleeping peacefully on his back with his belly exposed. I POKE THEM.

I bend over.

And my body starts popping. Just like it does when I’m trying to sneak into Nathan’s room to check on him while he’s napping.

I try to engage in The Stance (mentioned here) but to no avail.

The cats instantly wake up. They see my outstretched finger poised in midair. And, I swear, they laugh at me. LAUGHED AT ME! With creepy glowing eyes!

Laughing

Ok, maybe they weren’t really laughing at my impending old age. Or my creaking bones. Maybe they were just yawning. But still. It looks eerily similar to malevolent laughter to me.

Like they just envisioned poking me in my sleep…

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Kayli the Sausage Link

Sep 22nd

Posted by Jen in Pets

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Yawning

Nicknames: Sausage Link, Kayli the Killer

Of all four of our cats, Kayli is the strangest.

Physically, she’s big and round and has the body of a sausage link with little bitty scrawny legs. She didn’t used to look like a sausage link…. her weight gain has been within the last couple of years. Before I met Paul, I used to regulate the food she and Andrew consumed. Then when Paul and I got married, we free-fed all of our cats.

My two cats got fatter. LIKE BLIMPS.

We started regulating their food intake again, but neither of them have lost the weight. Lazy bastards.

Kayli never really runs… she skitters, her legs moving with lightening speed but her body is barely able to keep up. The sight of a cat with running legs and a slow body is hilarious. Like Meeper, Kayli is afraid of everything. If you breathe too loud, she runs and hides. If you move to quickly, she runs and hides.

If you run and hide, she’ll run and hide, too.

Her most puzzling trait must be if you walk towards her too fast, she’ll run away…. towards you. Besides Meeper, I have never encountered another cat who runs towards you when frightened. Kayli spends most of her time out of sight hiding or giving Turbo the Evil Eye. Turbo, however, can be somewhat of a bully so he antagonizes her when he thinks we aren’t looking. I’ve spent years showering her with love, affection, and attention trying to coax her out of her shell. When she’s comfortable, she’s such a sweet, loving cat to be around.

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