Okay, so I missed last week’s due to being at the beach.
So here are both of them, in brand-new poses. First, the elusive Gracie, who stuck out her tummy while I was on the phone with Sarah, and who didn’t escape before I shot this picture.
Her lower belly is that pink because the fur hasn’t fully grown back yet. She nearly denuded herself earlier this year, when she was licking compulsively so much that she licked the hair right off her belly. I like it better covered in white fur. You can also see where she’s licked the fur from her tail (it’s growing back, too).
And here’s my goofy guy, in another pose guaranteed to make Snoopy tell me to put Tig on a diet.
Sorry, Snoopy, but I have a motto that’s lasted most of my cat-raising career: A fat cat is a happy cat.
Tig is very happy.
And until the vet tells me to make him diet, he’s staying this way.