Skip to main content

It's About the Cats

Big Fat Mike (a cat) went to the vet Friday. He should have gone two years ago, but the poor guy is so neurotic, I kept putting off making an appointment. The last time he went there, he was so disturbed that he peed all over himself while still in the pet crate, so when I pulled him out to meet the doctor, he was drenched and stinky and had to be hosed off before the guy could examine him.

This time he did really well. He let the vet man-handle him and weigh him (a whopping 23 pound) and brush out his nasty, matted fur with the Furminator. It's an incredible pet comb everyone with a dog or cat should buy.


Mike is a joy to watch. Here he is trying to get Tiger's attention.

Mike: I know he knows I'm here. He just pretends to hate me.
Tiger: I hate him.

Mike: I'll just roll over a little to get his attention.
Tiger: I see what you're trying to do, and I still hate you.

Mike: He won't be able to resist this, I'm so cute, and I have a yarn ball.
Tiger: Touch me and die.

Mike: You could at least look at me, please!
Tiger: Go to hell.

Comments

dive said…
Woohoo! Mike is certainly a whole lotta cat!
How could Tiger possibly ignore him? For a start he must be able to feel Mike's gravitational pull yanking at him.
Those two guys are irresisibly cute.
10:20 AM
Alifan said…
Oh Robyn I love your cats... Oscar caught a mouse and it is living under my computer desk Any ideas??????
11:55 AM
savannah said…
now THAT was funny, sugar! :) xoxo thanks!
12:11 PM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
Two years overdue at the vets? Yikes.

No, I tried but I'm not keen. They look scary. I do love your captions though!
2:53 PM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
A mouse, Alifan? Under your desk? Oh dear God I should NOT have come here today! Eeek.
2:54 PM
Anonymous said…
Those pics and captions are priceless! Of course, I love cats :)
8:53 AM
Shan said…
I am ALWAYS a sucker for talking kitties. :D Big giant meaty cats are my favorites too.

I am cat deprived in my house but one cold night last week, a neighbor cat greeted me at the car so I petted her for a while. Then she followed me to the front steps and a second cat showed up and sort of fought over me for attention. Then, like a gift straight from heaven, A THIRD jingled over to see this cat petting lady but couldn't handle the other two so she/he had second thoughts and scurried off.

I was so amazed at my sudden cat wooing skills that I raised my arms like Ace Ventura and acknowledged my place in the feline kingdom. It was awesome.

Will you still be my friend on facebook now that you now know what my neighbors know about me?
5:13 PM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Am I Stupid, or What?

In two weeks, I will climb up into a charter bus, take my assigned seat, and ride 22 hours straight to Orlando, Florida. I will be a chaperon with the high school marching band, which will perform at Disney's Magic Kingdom--me and 180 people on four big buses for seven days. We will travel together, eat together, play together, fall down exhausted together--and after 22 hours, I suspect stink to high heaven together. Because of the crazy schedule, we will leave Ohio at 6 pm, travel all night and most of the next day, and spend several hours at MGM Studios before ending up at the hotel sometime after 7 pm. After I check in with the eight girls I am to supervise, I intend to shower and shower and shower. I intend to wear clean clothes and socks and brush my teeth until my toothbrush wears out. Of all the things I could be concerned about on this trip, being dirty seems to weigh heaviest on my mind. One of my eight charges could run off and do bad things with her boyfriend, but I'...
21 comments
Read more

No More Mr. Nice Guy

It's good to be a nice person--to say nice things, to do nice things, to write nice things--but I declare an end to the use of the word nice. Nice is what you say when you can't think of any other adjective. Someone shows you a picture of their back yard--that's nice. Someone tells you about their afternoon adventure--that's nice. Or someone describes their childhood in great detail and sometimes with painstaking effort--that's nice. It's a lazy word, and it's non-descriptive. Nice is like mashed potatoes with noodles and chicken gravy all in a big pile on one plate with some canned corn for garnish. Everything is the same color and texture and base substance--starch (this is a favorite Amish dish). Nice is like a partly cloudy day in April when outside feels like inside, and you can't tell a difference between the lighting and the temperature of your living room and the lighting and temperature of your front yard. Nice is a glass of lukewarm water. ...
20 comments
Read more

An Offending Pile

So, I'm standing in my living room letting my mind wander for a minute or two as I stare out the window and watch the day go by, and I see my neighbors walking their dogs down the street. They are nice neighbors who are always friendly and responsible with their property. That is to say they aren't like the other neighbors who heap rubbish behind their house like Ma and Pa Kettle and let their dogs bark for thirty minutes at a time . Anyway, I see the nice people walking their dogs, a big golden retriever who is as sweet as can be and as dumb as a post—he once ate a sock and nearly died before it was surgically removed—and a new golden retriever puppy. Then I see Neighbor Wife suddenly run down the street with the big dog. Then I see Neighbor Husband stopped in front of my house with the puppy on its leash. And then I see the puppy taking a huge dump in my grass. Let me tell you, that is not done in this town unless the dog owner has a plastic bag handy and is ready to pick up ...
16 comments
Read more