Friday Cat Blogging
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I need my space.
[Editor: Ringo is outside pretty much full time. She likes to dash around and climb trees, so the inside cramps her style.]
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all her cousins must be here living with me.
Is she a member of ActBlue?
I think she has been looking for some quality time alone. She wasn’t terribly effective in her weening attempts, and she liked to be left alone when there were only three of them in the house.
She might be good at applying the BlueCover, as she also spends time on the roof. If they start ActWeird, she might fit right in.
Well, at least she isn’t a music critic. TMF took off with my capo last night :-).
-Badtux the Cat-owned Penguin
Somewhere in the house there are dozens of blue hi-liters. Every time I forget and leave one out, it is gone in the morning.
Ringo really is a lovely, elegant-looking lady. And that’s a “come hither” look if I ever saw one.
Either that or “Come one step closer and you’re toast, Flashy-Thing Man”
More of #2. Lately she has been sunning on the roof and has developed the habit of leaping from there to a live oak to my shoulder to the ground when I fill the feeding stations in the evening. It scared my neighbor, who wasn’t aware Ringo would do it.
She’s getting trim and muscular outside, losing her post-op paunch.
This is definitely the time for the furry foursome to vanish all day except at mealtimes… Today it’s peeing down so they are all in except Ted who is probably ingratiating himself to some other humans!
Goodness, Ringo is quite a beauty. She always was and I’m pretty partial to the dark blue gray coat on a cat. It’s too bad you didn’t get one of those action shots where she’s jumping down from the live oak toward you. That would be one heck of a shot!
Well, Jams, Ted could be in a pub somewhere planning to take over the world with his mates – as soon as the sun comes out of course.
OWL, any such attempt would probably result in my having the camera embedded in my forehead.