Tomorrow is my second Tiggerversary. So today, we have some recent pictures of the kitties.
First up, Princess Gracie in her typical morning “Worship me” pose. She loves the sun; the sun loves Gracie. Oh, she also luuuurves my office, especially now that she has a cat bed in it.
Next, my goofball on the deck, chasing after a long strand of grass or some such plant. That’s him stretching, and he’s even bigger than he looks. Check out the angle—he was a long way away from the wall while reaching for the toy.
Tig is currently searching for food, because I’m not giving him any until tomorrow morning. Suffice to say that he was locked in the bathroom for the good of my carpet for some time this evening, and if his stomach settles enough overnight, he can eat tomorrow morning. He does seem to be okay, though. He was chasing Gracie and mrowring like a lunatic not long ago. His latest mrowr sounds like “mruh-mro.” I can’t believe it, but I think I have a Scooby kitty. Some day I have to try to get those sounds recorded. They never fail to make me laugh, which is, by the way, his job. He does it very well.
There may be more pictures tomorrow. It is, after all, my second Tiggerversary. I do adore my latest doofus.
How do you keep Tig out of Miss Gracie’s cat bed?
When I work in the office upstairs, depending on the time of day, Tig is downstairs in the guest room staring out the window at Kitty TV (tons of birds in the trees in the back), bugging the crap out of me by wandering around the office trying to get me to play with him, or sleeping somewhere else, generally in my bedroom. His cat bed is downstairs in the laundry room, since he keeps me company when I blog/cook/etc. Then there is also the Gracie-smacks-Tig-in-the-face routine. That keeps him out of her cat bed, too.
Ah ha, thought Miss Gracie would defend her sleeping accommodations.
My daughter’s cat Simon (19 pounds of attitude) has taken over every cat bed brought into the house.