The internet is for cats

I'm bored...

So I'm going to post cat pictures, because isn't that what the internet is supposed to be for?

This is Pheelie (short for Ophelia). She is perpetually cold and seeks warmth and safety at all times. During the Superbowl it was in my lap, which made getting seconds on chili difficult. I'd like to think she was looking out for my Weight Watchers progress. She'd like to think of it as doing whatever she can possibly do the keep warm. My wife has threatened to purchase a coat for her on several occasions. She once brought one home and put it on her, to which Pheelie hunkered down as low to the flow as she could, weighted down with embarrassment and humiliation, refusing to move. While lack of movement is pretty standard for her, my wife decided that the humiliation may soon turn into resentment and returned the coat.


Her favorite spot is next to the boy when he sleeps. Not because of some sort of bond, but because he moves enough in his sleep to annoy Scout (the younger, springier household feline) so Scout leave him alone. Pheelie has figured out that the spot right next to his head is the safest place because the boy doesn't headbang in his sleep. Yet

This leaves Scout. Scout is under a year old and like any small child, spends his days annoying to old folks. The funny thing is that when we were at Richmond Animal League picking him out of the multitude of kittens, he was the most docile fuzzy ball of the bunch. I have determined that this was a clever ruse in order to lull us into a false sense of security. 


I am debating about officially adding an exclamation point to his name because i don't think it's been uttered without one for 5 months. Don't get me wrong, he's sweet and affectionate. He just doesn't seem to understand that sleeping on the laptop is bad. Why shouldn't he nibble on the house plants in the garden window, isn't that just a little salad bar in an atrium? Rubber bands are tasty and incredible fun to have pulled out of your rectum, so why not eat a bunch of them.


Willow LOVES Scout. The chase him around, pick him up, yell in his ear, fling him around kind of love. The standard girl/pet love. I weird part, I swear Scout likes it. If I didn't know better I'd say he was a masochist.


Those are the furry brats. Maybe, if interest is there, I'll talk about the non-furry ones.