No pictures. I posted pictures over the last couple of weeks, and if taken as posted, they might give one the impression that my four cats live in harmony and relaxation.
That would be wrong.
First, the same four cats that lounge around languorously all day wait until humans are tucked in for the night before starting their marathon bouts of “Let’s chase each other and play with noisy toys”.
Either that or “Who gets the first choice of cushy corners when the human is in our bed?”
And this morning it was a case of Romeo and Juliette (HEY! Brother and sister littermates. I didn’t name them. they came that way) playing pro wrestling ALL around the house.
Romeo tips the scales at over fourteen pounds. Juliette is only a couple of pounds lighter. Sounds like stampeding cattle when they get to chasing one another. And the other two cats, including sixteen-pound Miss Kitty, come running to observe and occasionally to officiate at the match.
Last week I was complaining to sweetie that NONE of my cats is of the personality that wants to curl up on my lap. Yesterday I was pleasantly surprised to find fourteen pounds of yellow tomcat in my lap, purring.
When people ask why I keep cats (or more realistically, am KEPT by cats) this is why…
And it’s your favorite chair?
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My Maine Coon is about 30lbs. Not fat, just big. Now that is a lapfull. When he wants attention it is pretty hard to deny it.
My husband has a way of coaxing his parent’s cat to sit in his lap. “Chin scritches” are invovled, as well as a “kitty takedown.”