Actually, Bob, you can see that Mia is depressed at finishing second. The Turk’, who should be on the top step of the podium, declined to accept his award in protest of the ongoing terrorism in Catinasackistan (see my answer to Libby below).
Four? That’s a manly herd of cats. I wouldn’t object to having more around, if they were as interesting as the Turk’ and Mia. But it’s a mighty small house (about a thousand square feet) and if everybody didn’t get along it’d get a lot smaller really fast.
Our herd all get along just fine, with the smallest and only female being in charge. She’s older and wiser than the 3 younger lads. They all have great personality and have 2 floors plus a basement to chase each other. Never a dull moment except for the afternoon siesta.
Smart, sweet Mia. Does she go ‘get’ you and bring you to the desk and sit in front of it or cry until you to open the drawers? My cat is always leading me to a window so I will open it so he can sit inside on the sill and look through the screen.
Libby, Mia simply manages to be wherever you are the instant you decide to open a drawer, a door, a box or a sack. My shirts are all pinholed from her climbing them in the closet, so I’m quick on the draw getting that door open and closed.
One of her favorite things to do is to crawl into one of our cloth grocery sacks after I’ve emptied it and then wait patiently for an unwary Turkish to slouch past. Then it’s jack-in-the-sack time, which can’t be good for the Turk’s blood pressure.
At our peak loading, we had seven cats, including four males, in a 1080 sq. foot townhouse in Honolulu. I won’t try to describe the stress and strain that put on normal life. Guido and Ugo fought each other to a 800 dollar vet bill standoff that resulted in 19 stiches in Ugo’s chest and an abcess on Guido’s ass. Buddy, aka Max, aka Luciano, the oldest and toughest tomcat we adopted off the street, sat back and laughed. Binky, the fourth male, was eventually banished to the mother-in-law’s house after we moved to East Oahu and he went nuts.
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First! Standing tall on the Podium!
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Actually, Bob, you can see that Mia is depressed at finishing second. The Turk’, who should be on the top step of the podium, declined to accept his award in protest of the ongoing terrorism in Catinasackistan (see my answer to Libby below).
We’ve got four at home that sometimes make work on the computer impossible. Gotta love ’em!
Four? That’s a manly herd of cats. I wouldn’t object to having more around, if they were as interesting as the Turk’ and Mia. But it’s a mighty small house (about a thousand square feet) and if everybody didn’t get along it’d get a lot smaller really fast.
Our herd all get along just fine, with the smallest and only female being in charge. She’s older and wiser than the 3 younger lads. They all have great personality and have 2 floors plus a basement to chase each other. Never a dull moment except for the afternoon siesta.
Smart, sweet Mia. Does she go ‘get’ you and bring you to the desk and sit in front of it or cry until you to open the drawers? My cat is always leading me to a window so I will open it so he can sit inside on the sill and look through the screen.
Libby, Mia simply manages to be wherever you are the instant you decide to open a drawer, a door, a box or a sack. My shirts are all pinholed from her climbing them in the closet, so I’m quick on the draw getting that door open and closed.
One of her favorite things to do is to crawl into one of our cloth grocery sacks after I’ve emptied it and then wait patiently for an unwary Turkish to slouch past. Then it’s jack-in-the-sack time, which can’t be good for the Turk’s blood pressure.
Payback is heavy – ain’t it Turk?
Good looking cat, O’G.
At our peak loading, we had seven cats, including four males, in a 1080 sq. foot townhouse in Honolulu. I won’t try to describe the stress and strain that put on normal life. Guido and Ugo fought each other to a 800 dollar vet bill standoff that resulted in 19 stiches in Ugo’s chest and an abcess on Guido’s ass. Buddy, aka Max, aka Luciano, the oldest and toughest tomcat we adopted off the street, sat back and laughed. Binky, the fourth male, was eventually banished to the mother-in-law’s house after we moved to East Oahu and he went nuts.