But there are days when they've both made me laugh out loud before I've been awake even an hour and a half. Garfunkel, who I swear was some sort of pervy stalker in another life, has an obsession with rolling around in my dirty laundry. When I woke up today to the sight of him emersed in a pile of laundry, tail twitching, with two pairs of dirty underwear clutched in his paws, rubbing them on his head, I almost split a gut. Then, Gracie, the more standoffish of the two, was in her endearing uber-affectionate mood, which quickly turned into her wide-eyed OMG MUST PLAY AND SLASH YOUR ARMS OPEN mood. This, albeit dangerous, is one of the cuter and funnier things on the planet. On the whole, I guess they're worth having around.
Gracie is also the more curious and mischevious of the two. I was super amused the other day to find her perched precariously on the upper reaches of my bookshelf:
But even more amused when I went flipping back through my camera to discover that this was the last picture I'd taken, months earlier:
I need to find something new to take pictures of.
In other news, it's raining and I ate chocolate cake for breakfast. Not a bad Saturday so far.
Oh, I love cats. Even though we're having trouble with cats peeing where they're not supposed to, I still love them. I feel like I'm a latent cat-lady, and I should never be allowed to live alone because I'll have dozens before anyone can intervene.
ReplyDeleteYeah, it's a really good thing my complex has a 2 cat limit, because 3 cats + a single girl doth a cat lady make in my book, and when Gracie grew up I sooo wanted another kitten [sigh].
ReplyDeleteI'm trying to convince Erik that even though we're both allergic, if/when we move in together we REALLY want to get a hairless cat. Or four.
ReplyDeleteBecause seriously, life without cats is not worth living!!!!!