Why

Do cats love to lay on your clothes? It never fails, if you fold some clean laundry on the bed, cats immediately lay on top of it. If you put the clothes you were just wearing on the bed, cats immediately lay on top of it. One of these days I'm going to do a little experiment and put random articles of clothing all over the house to see how many cats lay on it. Or will they become confused with too many choices of clothing to lay on and not lay on any? Will it freak them out if they find a pair of pants by their water dish, or a t-shirt by the couch, or some underwear in the bathroom? I'll do a laundry and cats study that I can turn into a documentary. Think I could get some government funding for my study?

The Art of Laziness

Bear is a very round fluffy sweet little ball of fur who has perfected the art of laziness so much that she even lays down to eat.


She daintily puts her little paw into the food dish, scoops out one piece of food onto the floor, and then eats it.


Then, after that exertion it's time for another nap!

Love Me Some LOLcats!

Who me? The dog did it. Yeah, that's what happened, it was that dog.

My Little Helpers

Every time I go to put clean sheets on the bed the kitties radar goes into action and they leap onto the bed to see what I'm doing. It's hard to put sheets on the bed when they want to help.



I usually just end up covering them up instead of having to constantly move them out of the way.


The bed ends up looking a little lumpy, but at least it's made.

Almost as Good as Catnip!

Pepper is such an odd cat. She's cranky and mean but also loving and sweet. Almost every time I come in the door she comes to greet me. The only time the other cats come to greet me is if I have bags of cat food in my arms.

Last night we were putting our dinner on the table and Keith got his seasoned salt that he likes to liberally pour on all his food. Pepper could smell that salt coming and jumped up on the table totally excited by that smell. Now, our table is very small and I really don't like to have to share it with a fat cranky kitty, so Keith put the salt container on the floor.

Oh, heavenly smell of season-all!!

Buddy the Bully

This morning Buddy was his usual rambunctious self and then some. I heard poor old Mimi making some very strange meowing you're hurting me sounds and look over to see Buddy with his jaws around her neck. She is very petite and Buddy is very big and strong. I broke up the brawl but Buddy wasn't done yet. Mimi hid in the laundry basket and when I went over to give Buddy a pat on the head he decided that I looked good enough to bite, too. He wants to play rough, but doesn't realize how rough he really is. When he's in a mood, you don't want to turn your back on him unless you really want him to latch onto your calf and bite you.

I figured he needed a toy rather than another kitty or me to bite on, so I chased him into the living room to find some toys. Maybe catnip would keep him occupied for a little while? I got out the catnip, which of course made all the other cats come running, then rubbed a toy for each cat with the catnip. They're always more intrigued by someone else's toy, though, so I have to keep re-distributing the toys so that everyone can get their fix. They love that stuff! After the catnip fest, he seemed a little calmer and didn't try to rip Mimi's throat out anymore today.

Mimi

Is practicing for her new tightrope act.


Careful now!