Lair Simon wants me to make movies of my cats and put them up on Monday, like he does. But my camera doesn’t do sound, and every time I try to take a movie of Tig, he wants me to pet him, and so moves totally out of the shot.
So I made these. You could print out the page, cut them up, and make a flip-movie out of them. Except it wouldn’t really work, and it’d kind of look stupid, but hey—I’m trying.
Besides, Rahel needs some soul balm, so here it is:
Does this plant make me look fat?
Me, me, me, that’s all you can think about. Never mind you. See how gorgeous I am?
Geez, you don’t have to be so catty. Chill, girl. Like me.
I’m thinking about it. But if I stay here long enough, Mommy will pet me. Ooh, hey—butterfly!
Hey, listen. Maybe if we act super-cute today, she’ll give us tunafish.
All right! It worked! Thanks, bro!
Thank you, Meryl! Those pictures are fantastic!
(Must … not … skritch … monitor …)
Don’t they get hot under all that fur, especially the sumokitty?
chsw
Well, those are actually pictures from April, when it wasn’t nearly as hot.
But Tig stays out unless the weather is unbearable, like it was last week. Maine Coon cat fur is the magical insulating fur—it keeps him warm in the winter, cool in the summer, and sheds water like it’s oil-based.
Dear Tig:
You’re not fat — you’re big-boned.