Kitty you-know-what

Pamela requested kitty pictures. Gee, twist my arm. I can’t put the p-word into the title. But check out some of these poses by Mr. Tig. First, the view from my office chair earlier this week. Or was it last week? I can’t remember.

Next, Miss Gracie, on the bathroom vanity, which is where she goes to be petted. Often. She’s talking to me again. She meows a lot, usually, but she stopped for a while after we moved here. She’s getting more comfortable.

Now, for something different: Janet and Chris’s cat Kes (at least, I hope it’s Kes) in one of the only pictures where she did not have weird, glowing eyes.

And last, Mr. Tig’s tail in all its glory. He’s over nine pounds now, and I’m starting to think a whole pound of him is his tail. Oh, and he likes my tub. And the shower stall downstairs. He nearly slipped into it the other day, which would have been funny for me, but I think not for him. I was taking a shower in it at the time. He reared up on his hind legs and the door started sliding open. I stopped it that time. Next time, we’ll just have to see. He doesn’t seem to mind water much. But he sure likes sitting in a dry tub.

There you go. Early Caturday pictures.