(not) My Cat

I’ve been spending my time coddling, nubbling, snuggling, and looking deep into the green, green eyes of my newest bed buddy.

Some scenes from the week.

Zee Baby Cat, graduating with honors in not one but TWO majors.

I am a cat; I am cool.

Zee Kitty basically just stays in this position in various locations around the apartment, when he's not harassing Erik and Jill.


Bamboozled in my post-work hangouts.

Seamus (best dog in the world, best dog in the land) comes to visit and Kitty's world gets turned upside-down.

He finally comes around, and by the great Weller family's second night at our humble hacienda, zee kitty makes nice with the Madre de Jake.

Composotion: Ingrid, kitty, morning.

We only have the cat for as long as he’s un-neutered, and then he’s shipping out…hearts are heavy but hopes are hopeful– he’s liable to have a happy life, a green pasture in which to curl, nap, eat, and generally lie about.

Scoots, Baby-Cat II, Donder, Kevin…whatever your name…we love you, and want to keep you just long enough not to be sadder than we need to be when you leave.

About bearicaquinn

Smallish, smushy in the sad parts, certainly destined for cat-lady-dom. Enjoys boats, bikes, black coffee, pug faces, sourdough bread, the morning when you have slept long enough, beards, mountainsides, art, rooftops, etc. Will continue to live in things that are interestingly shaped. So octopus.
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2 Responses to (not) My Cat

  1. Pingback: Bon Voyage, fair kitty. | welltailoredsuit

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