Such beautiful dark points on just a baby!
The looks are all part of their plan for dominance over humans.
Our first cat was a white & orange tabby, The Dude. Much beloved, we had to say good-bye when he was only 12 bc of fucking cancer / lymphoma. He was my baby boy
Monkey boy is a snowshoe, so heās got Siamese in him. He never shuts up, and he always greets us at the door. Itās amazing how dark he got over time
I hope he has a long, healthy life.
I was trying to figure out if that is the same cat. Indeed!
Your āMonkey Boy/Chonkā looks very ārolf-ableā.
He is the fluffiest. I love blowing raspberries on his big fat belly.
My first cat was a Siamese⦠not only did she greet me every afternoon at the door when I came home from work, you could hear her halfway up the block. Yeah, I walked to work ā¦
My dadās last cat was also Siamese, Xenia. He was a workaholic & unfortunately didnāt pay enough attention to her, so she was rather destructive.
My dad had no experience with cats at all. When I got my Siamese, he said, why did you get a cat; they have no personality. Then he and my mom came to dinner one evening. I knew it would be just a matter of time. I have so many photographs of them together ā¦
At least he is keeping the laptop propped up and the blankets warm
Heās been soooo weird about the bedroom in our pad. Heās usually a total snuggle bug who will join me in bed for my morning coffee at home, but here heās done it exactly twice since we got here in September.
Cats be extra.
Iām pinioned. Heās figured out how yo jump up on the bed -of course this also means to use it as a trampoline at 3am.
About 25 years ago, I was dating a woman that had a Pomeranian. The dog would sleep in the bed with us. Before going to bed, weād pick it up and place it at the foot of the bed and go to sleep. At 3:00am, the dog would jump down to investigate, wander around, etc., but couldnāt jump back up on the bed. So she would come to my side of the bed and whine and whimper until I woke up, picked her up and put her back on the bed. This would happen a couple times a night.
So, I built a two step set of steps so the dog could walk up the steps and climb back on the bed, by herself. I stained this set of steps to match the bed and it actually looked good. Initially, the dog didnāt want to use the steps, so I put carpeting on the treads and she took right to it. Problem solved or so I thought.
As time progressed, this Pomeranian became more confident with her set of steps. She would run up to the steps, use the first step and launch herself onto the bed (right in the middle), then go take her place at the foot of the bed.
I sleep on my back⦠guess where the dog landed. Yep⦠in the middle of the night I was doubled over in tremendous pain. I canāt win.
And yet we continue to have the little furry doggy and kitty monsters in our life. And wouldnāt be without them.
I just bought a set of steps. The next day, of course, the little guy learned to launch himself. And now he brings his toys.
I was blessed with older friends in my earliest working days. Expat Brits. Worldly, witty, and fabulous cooks. Also had 4 cats who slept with them in their bed - which was an old fashioned double (full) - 54ā wide by 74ā long. Like a dog pile - with cats!
I canāt like this! So sorry that happenedš£
I get it, cat. I really do.
(I love faceplant kitty sleeps!)
I donāt know how they breathe sometimes.
Well, sometimes they switch it up so that you canāt breathe ā¦