Kittypalooza

I’ve got a lot of things to do this weekend, and it’s been a really long time since I’ve put up cat pictures, and it’s Caturday, so here we go:

That’s Janet’s kitty, whose picture I’ve had for a while, but kept forgetting to put up.

This one is a favorite of mine, even though her sisters beat the hell out of her. Poor thing. While I was at Janet and Chris’, I helped them corner their diabetic cat in the kitchen, and then felt bad for laughing because she skidded on the kitchen floor and looked ridiculous. Janet didn’t mind, since I helped catch her quickly, so she didn’t have to be dragged out for her insulin shot. (Of course, all the cats are given Star Trek names, and I can’t remember which is Kira and which is Dax and which is, dammit, now I’ve forgotten half the names and Janet’s going to kill me. Quick, change the subject!)

Say, you know those people who like to give their pets nothing but the best bottled water? Well, take a good look at what Tig’s drinking. That’s right, rainwater in a filthy plastic lid. And he loves it. I can’t keep him away from it. All together now: Eww.

And last, but not least, Miss Gracie, looking very, very regal:

She has stopped licking her belly fur again. I’m starting to think that it’s a sign of IBD. She stopped shortly after I remembered to give her the Prednosone again, and hasn’t bothered her belly since. If this keeps up, she may actually have a fully white belly again. Little Miss Silky all over. And Tig is afraid of the Bed Monster again. I can’t tell you why. He was sleeping under the blanket quite happily one day, and the next, he refuses to stay in my bedroom. Oh, well. I get a better night’s sleep without Tig yowling in my ear at 6 a.m. Unless he’s downstairs, yowling for me to wake up, at 6 a.m.

Shoes mysteriously fly down the stairs when that happens.

Works, too.