Tag Archives: Cats

It’s been busy, but I do have some cat pictures taken here in Beit Yourish. First, a study in Tig, taken this afternoon: Then we have Gracie, looking like a Kliban cat with slightly glowing eyes. Gracie is finally starting … Continue reading →

Because the previous post has the world’s ugliest man, here are some of the world’s cutest kitties: Hey you broke it! Moore’s picture broke my computer. Tig doesn’t care. My chair. I say, MY chair. Gracie isn’t allowing me to … Continue reading →

Mr. Tig is a sloppy drunk. When I got him home from the vet after being snipped, for the next 24 hours, Tig simply would not leave me alone. He napped, and woke, and napped, but every time he woke, … Continue reading →

It’s that time in every young, male cat’s life that they would dread, if only they knew it was time to dread it. Yes, that’s right. Tig got snipped today. He is currently sleeping on the blanket that hangs off … Continue reading →

Been recovering from latest iteration of Stomach Bug (yes, yes, I know, I’m prone to them, and I wish I weren’t). No posts, just kitty pictures. Pull my tail This one was taken today. I am in awe of Tig’s … Continue reading →

I wrote a lot about Tig while he was dying (as well as tons while he was alive and healthy), but I couldn’t bring myself to write much about his last day. Not when it happened, not shortly afterward, not … Continue reading →

Lots of pictures from which to choose (I am feeling very Strunk & White this morning, if not positively Funk & Wagnalls.) But I chose, and here they are: Urban Sprawl It’s a common sight, and one that never ceases … Continue reading →

Herschel is one of my longtime regulars. Chico was his. Chico Jan. 8, 1988-July 30, 2008

When last we mentioned Tig’s particular, ah, ailment, it was under control. The antibiotic ear goop that the vet prescribed had cleared up his gastrointestinal upsets, and the kitty flatulence was conquered. Or so we thought. Tig started getting more … Continue reading →

Meryl’s new sheets, decorated with cats. First, Mr. Tig, who found something to do while I was in the shower yesterday. Then Miss Gracie, who wants you all to know that she looks even more beautiful on my new sheets … Continue reading →

So Mom has met her grandkitty, and found him adorable. She is, of course, spoiling him rotten. Look what she thinks is a fine thing to let him do: I swear, my cats are the worse for wear every time … Continue reading →

The world news is depressing, but the kitty news is nothing but good. Tig and Gracie continue their path towards becoming friends, although it has its pitfalls. In this picture, Tig is trying to play with Gracie. They’d already had … Continue reading →

Two pictures of Tig during playtime this evening. The first, he’s waiting for me to throw a paper ball. Through trial and error, I’ve discovered that store receipts make the best rolled-up paper balls. They’re free, they’re the best type … Continue reading →

Okay, so it’s Friday, not Caturday. But still. So, remember all those goofy poses I caught Tig in? Looks like his successor is going to be just as goofy. This is what I saw when I looked over from my … Continue reading →