I can’t help it. I have to write another post about cats.
Remember these guys? From here? They are the tip of the iceberg. My sister raises Burmese cats. It’s a small operation, and she breeds them for genetic health and sociability.
Every time I go to visit her in Chico, there is an abundance of cats—ney, a wealth, a herd, a flock—of cats. And I freaking LOVE it. We don’t have pets in our apartment here in San Francisco, and a visit to my sister’s is a vicarious couple of month’s-worth of cat companionship.
Jasmine, up front here, was my Guest Cat on this visit. I LOVED her! She crawled under the covers and slept curled up in the pit of my stomach or the small of my back. She has a BIG thing for the Feet-Under-the-Covers Game before bedtime. And she let me read my book until I was ready to turn the light off, and only then moved in and barnacled on.
You always get a Guest Cat when you stay. Sometimes you get three.
There is a reason these cats are called “velcro cats.” The way they’re sticking to each other here is the way they usually stick to their humans, which has its pros and cons. On one hand, these cats will curl up under the covers with you on a cold night. On the other hand, if you have more than one of them, they may suffocate you instead. They’re kind of like a burr you can’t get out of your sock.This is Burley. He gets the warm spot on top of the fish tank by right of his advanced years. He’s pretty much the dad or grandpa or great grandpa of everybody you see here, and he’s quite a lover. I’ve woken up many nights in my sister’s spare room to find Burley snuggling up to my head, or sleeping on my chest. Yes, it was hard to breathe. Why do you ask? But Burley is worth it. Peaking out from behind Burley is Devil. Dev will let you do anything to him, but he will give you an absolutely condescending and disgusted look while you’re doing it. Which makes you do it more.
When you think he’s had enough and put him down, he’ll fling himself at your feet and roll around so you have to pick him up again and pet him. He’s a cheap strumpet. But irresistible.
This is Bruiser and the Runt. I wouldn’t want to meet these guys in a dark alley. They’re kind of a badass team.
They’re two out of the SIX kittens in residence last November. The kitten room was like a black hole. I’d go in to pet a kitten, and come out an hour and a half later.
Kittens. See what I mean? Black hole.
I thought I’d taken pictures of everybody, but once home I realized I missed Pink, Spicer, and Auntie Fuzz.
This particular visit was a record-breaking cat-o-rama. Jasmine was boarding, Pasty, Chickenlegs, and Somebody are teenage cats in transition to new homes, and Jacey’s kittens were sold months ago, and by now are at their new homes.
After the ten part-timers left, my sister was left with her usual suspects, a mere eight cats.
And then this happened.
December 22, 2015 at 3:02 am
What a great post , Lou !
I am not a cat lover, not my any means, but cats have been thrust on me for the past 6-7 years and I have grown accustomed to them. I tell all and sundry that I am a dog person and not at all a cat lover and all I get are strange looks.
These ones, are superb and so cute looking – with the most expressionless faces ever but I know when you interact with them, you will surely see some expressions.
Susie
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December 22, 2015 at 3:08 am
Susie, I am totally cracking up. They are rather expressionless, aren’t they? I never really noticed that before. I didn’t even get a good picture of Dev’s disgusted look. Humph.
I am also a lover of dogs. Matt and I go walking in the local dog-walking hill just to look at the dogs, pick out the ones we’d want, and pretend name them. Dogs are good.
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December 22, 2015 at 3:58 am
Are you telling me ? Dogs are the best. My husband is a cat lover and I think, not so much a dog lover. I got him the cat we have now and am keeping him at home, just for my husband. I think cats have expressionless faces until you get to know them very well, when you can see all the expressions you want.:)
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December 23, 2015 at 12:40 am
Now you are cracking both me and my boyfriend up. He says, “Well said, Lady.” He likes your thought that cats have expressionless faces unless you know them. It stinks that your husband is not a dog lover. But perhaps, when the cat is no longer around, you can persuade your hubs that it’s your turn, and what does he think about a trip to the pound? German Shepard? Or something smaller?
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December 23, 2015 at 1:17 am
I really think, he is ok with dogs, except that he feels he will get kicked out ( by me) if I get a dog ( which is probably what will happen).:)
Susie
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December 23, 2015 at 10:52 am
Totally cackling!
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December 22, 2015 at 11:16 am
I would like to trade my sister for yours, please. They are all so adorable. Meep!
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December 22, 2015 at 9:48 pm
No!!! U can’t have Robbee, she’s mine, mine mine!!!!!!
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December 23, 2015 at 12:34 am
Heeee! I love you!
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December 23, 2015 at 12:34 am
Ha! You meeped at me! I love that you used my word! And you’re right. I have a pretty great sister. We’ve worked hard on our relationship that past several years. (: Since she won’t share me (see her comment) perhaps we should adopt you.
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December 26, 2015 at 9:36 am
I’m game!
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December 22, 2015 at 9:52 pm
I wonder if I can link this post to my website! It’s FANTASTICALLY ENTERTAINING!!!
Oh…by the way…CATS RULE! 😹😹😹DOGS DROOL 💩💩💩💩💩💩💩
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December 23, 2015 at 12:36 am
Okay, that last emoticon looks like a dog poop. Are you posting poop on my blog? JK. I love cats, but I love dogs too. Both, I want both I tell you! And I can’t believe i came with three million pictures of your cats, and yet still missed three of them.
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December 23, 2015 at 2:19 pm
OK, we can adopt Unconfirmed Bachelorette, as long as she’s OK scooping litter boxes😈😈😈😈😈
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December 26, 2015 at 9:37 am
I am totally cool with scooping litter boxes. I am a failure at cat pilling, however.
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December 26, 2015 at 5:09 pm
Find the Feces is a popular game in Wendy’s house. A million cats and three or four litter boxes—”oh, god, what stinks and which box is it in?”—so although they’ve developed some skills, help is always welcome. (: I think Wendy’s the Guru of Cat Pilling, so let’s file some papers!
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January 4, 2016 at 4:02 pm
Cat pilling guru for sure! ok, I only have 9 adult cats. and 5 kittens right now. A million…sheesh!
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January 13, 2016 at 10:54 am
It feels like a million when I’m there, and everywhere I look there are cats! Especially last November. It was really fun.
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January 11, 2016 at 7:11 am
What a great post! Beautiful cats and adorable kittens. Omg. So cute.
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