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This entry was posted on Wednesday, May 14th, 2008 at 6:51 am and is filed under Cats, Wordless Wednesday, family. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.
Feast of Saints Patrick and John
I must grow a new lim'rick soon!
St Paddy deserves a fresh tune.
But the way things are going,
The seeds that I'm sowing
Won't bear new rhyme crops until June.














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May 14, 2008 at 8:32 am
The kitty looks a little shell-shocked!
May 14, 2008 at 9:00 am
poor cuca. life as he knows it has changed. he’s having to rethink everything…including who he trusts…
May 14, 2008 at 10:59 am
Cuca is going to give Fergus a superiority complex if he lets that little mite tree him at this size!
May 14, 2008 at 11:27 am
Well hi, James, and welcome to my blog! Yes, Cuca does look slightly cross-eyed, doesn’t he?
Amazingly, though, Goodbear, my ankles have remained unscathed since pupster came home.
Not to worry, Shelley, this little brat already HAS a superiority complex. You should hear him, telling off little girls on tricycles, a guy washing the windows, bigger dogs… what a scamp!
And n.b. to all: Cai’s jealousy is ebbing, but for the first couple of days I caught Cuca looking at Cai, apparently saying, “Now you know what I went through.”
May 14, 2008 at 11:31 am
I’ve always liked cats when they are still. Like in the photo. When they don’t get fur all over the place, like in a photo. I used to have a cat.
Cute pic…
Happy WW!
May 14, 2008 at 3:59 pm
That’s one scary little short story you’ve just written there, Urban Thought!
May 14, 2008 at 5:28 pm
Now that I look back at it I can see why you would think so. My cat was treated well. And then we moved and I couldn’t keep my cat. So moms gave the cat away. And now I appreciate pets from a far, like children. I know they aren’t mine and I’m happy with that. They don’t come home with me and that is cool too. I should probably stop while I’m ahead. Hope all is well.
May 14, 2008 at 5:54 pm
Okay, U T, thanks for the clarification. “Cats” sounds like a possible 10-minute stream-of-consciousness topic, though.
May 14, 2008 at 6:03 pm
That cat is smart. Beware the multiple Cardigan vibe!!!
May 14, 2008 at 6:19 pm
And he doesn’t even have a basement to hide in! Mind you, your cats have three dogs to contend with.
May 15, 2008 at 8:48 pm
I love that ‘we are not amused’ look cats do so well.
My cat recently got a cat scratcher thing for my birthday and I was worried she wouldn’t use it just like she didn’t use here fluffy cat cubby. The great thing was she walked right over to it, sat on it and then later in the evening I heard the distinctive sounds of her giving it a good clawing. Our carpet (hate carpet) could almost be heard unclenching its every fiber in relief.
May 16, 2008 at 8:35 am
Happy birthday, Livingisdetail! I’m glad your kitty’s new scratcher has turned out to be a gift for both of you.
Cuca got this tower for Christmas, when he was still a kitten, from my brother. Apparently the palm tree is stuffed with catnip. Whether that was the drawing card or not, the tower has been lookout, daybed, scratcher, and toybox right from the get-go — almost four years now.
May 18, 2008 at 7:37 pm
We never could get our cat to use anything intended as “cat furniture.” Nope, it’s a (people) bed or an upholstered chair or nothing. But HE gets to decide: If we put the kitty on a chair, he jumps down and goes to a bed; if we put the kitty on a bed, he jumps down and finds a chair. So it goes…
May 19, 2008 at 5:44 am
E.g. has always loved Rudyard Kipling’s Just So story, “The Cat That Walked By Himself”. Your felix semi-domesticus , Bobbie, sounds true to type.