Cats, cats, cats, cats
We have four cats in the house. No, that's not true. There's 7 in the house. 4 of them are upstairs. The other three are downstairs, and belong to my daughter. I thought I would take a moment to introduce you.Copper is the oldest. And by oldest, I mean she's old. She's a bit overweight and definitely slowing down over time. She likes to sleep on the bed and get up on the couch, but like I said, she's old and overweight, so getting up is work and getting down is acrobatic. To get down off the couch, she lowers herself as far as she can, kindof half-slides down a bit, and ends up doing a handstand, then rolling sideways when her back end catches up with her. Any more, if I see her trying to get down, I'll just set her down rather than watch the show.
Thumbs is next. He's old, too. He's got gray hair pretty prevalently visible among his black. He's got cancer, unfortunately, because he's a real sweetheart. Except for the peeing in random places. But he hasn't really done much of that lately. Anyway, he is blind in one eye, and the other is totally clouded over. I think he sees the future, but he won't tell me the Lotto numbers. He's the king of mooches, and likes to ooze towards your plate if you have food he likes. I think he can teleport sometimes, because I would swear he was *right there* a moment ago, and now he's over there. No, wait, he's *right there* again!
Photon is my cat. She is so funny. She got her name from when she was a kitten, a little bundle of energy. The house was arranged such that the couch was at a 45 degree angle between the bedroom and the kitchen, and she would race right at it, hop up and bounce off towards one room or the other, then race back. She also used to like sleeping on my face, which made it difficult to breathe. When I would toss her to the end of the bed, she loved to play that game, and of course would scramble back up the bed and lie on my face again. Now, when I get home, she follows me around like a little puppy dog, trying to anticipate where I'm going to be and get somewhere where it is easy for me to pet her. She goes to sleep curled up next to me. Some time in the night, she gets up and does whatever cats do at night. Then when she hears my alarm clock in the morning, she's back on the bed looking for snuggles. She also waits for me as I get out of the shower, and waits in the window when she hears a car pull up. Such a sweetie!
Neut is the littlest one, the little broken kitty. When we got her, she had a mostly-healed broken leg, and the vet thought it best to leave it alone rather than re-break it. She got around great on it, and was climbing trees with the best of 'em. The only ways to tell it's off now is one, when she sits, it sticks out, and two, when she gets scritched on her back, she raises up until her one foot is off the floor. She likes to sit in laps and fall asleep draped across your arm or the arm of the chair. Mostly, though, she sleeps in the papasan chair. She also likes to burrow... in the couch, in the crook of your arm, in an accidentally-left-open drawer, wherever. Odd, but cute.
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