Friday Cat Blogging
Caturday Edition
I’m going … I’m going!
[Editor: This is Boehner. He is orange and a PITA. He likes me as much as I like him.]
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ROFL! Luckily I wasn’t eating when I clicked through to this post :).
Boehner. Heh.
I never indicated I was a nice person. The name came to me the second time I nailed him with the Super Soaker so I could get some sleep.
LOL Perfect! And like badtux, I had nothing in my mouth at the time I saw this! 😀 (I’d just swallowed a sip of coffee a few seconds before! Lucky timing).
We had an orange tabby when I was a teen. Started as a cute little kitten, and grew… and grew… became a huge lazy, evil SOB! Mom named him Marmaduke as a kitten. Should have been Garfield (though the comic didn’t exist at that time)! But had a similar personality! Could have been the role model!
Only cat we had I never really liked.
His staff call him something else, as he is not feral, but they “don’t believe in neutering animals”. He might have been a very nice cat and lived a lot longer if he had been ‘retired’, but some people don’t understand that they are the reason there are too many ferals in the world.
Had a big orange tomcat when I was a kid. Actually, we sort of inherited him when the local cat lady moved away and left all her cats behind, he never came into the house because he sprayed, but we fed him on the front porch and he was a very nice gentleman actually, he liked getting his ears rubbed. He had an erect military bearing to him. We called him “Major Tom”. After the David Bowie song and after his, err, dangly parts. Yes, we were evil little urchins :).
A friend had an orange tabby tom named Pumpkin who was a real hoot. He didn’t have the coordination normally associated with cats, but he didn’t care. He would occasionally fall asleep when laying on top of her fence and fall off. He was as friendly as any cat I ever knew. You had to be careful if he fell asleep in your lap because he did a claws extended stretch as soon as he woke up.