Friday Catblog: Furfur demands attention

Put down that flashy thingy and give me some brushes, dagnabbit!


Other beasts demand attention at Modulator's Friday Ark # 139, and at the Carnival of the Cats, this Sunday to be hosted by The Cat Blogosphere. Now, put down that mouse and give them critters some lovin'!

Friday Catblog: Furfur Cutting In

When the weather isn't too miserable outside, Mom takes Clyde out to the porch to get brushed (you saw this, too, on Wednesday's dogblog). Clyde hasn't yet figured out that this is Furfur's kitty territory. So, while Clyde was getting pampered, Furfur expected at least equal attention.



At least, until Clyde caught on to what was happening.


Clyde explained that, even though the porch was Furfur's property, the old lady was not.


Clyde then went back to his business of being spoiled by Grandma.

("And don't come back!")

Furfur's response was to seek out the other old lady -- the one with the really soft lap and the big nap shelf above, with the heartbeat.

Furfur knows where the best cuddles are. That cuddle zone stays out even after the other old lady goes inside.

But Furfur still checks to make sure there is no Clyde interference, every now and again.

If you need more critter cuddles, be sure to go over to Modulator, for Friday Ark #136, and don't forget the Carnival of the Cats, this Sunday evening to be hosted by Aloysius at Catymology.

Friday Catblog: The Incredible 2-Headed Transplant

Furfur usually runs away when anybody approaches Momsporchistan. It's probably because almost everybody (excepting yours truly) who comes to the front door is a raucous child or a dog. So, for prudence' sake, he runs for cover.


Today, he didn't.

At first, I was worried, because he seemed to just lie there as Mom & I returned from running errands. He looked not at all thrilled to see me, or anybody else.



Apparently, though, the problem was simply that we had interrupted his nap. He was happy enough to climb over from his cushion to my shoulder in next to no time, where he discovered that

inside my coat, it was even warmer than in the sunshine-y bed he'd just left. And, there was plenty of room, since I wear my clothes big and baggy for no good reason (until today).



We became the Incredible 2-headed Transplant.

It's astonishing how relaxing it is to have a big, heavy ball of purr sitting squarely on one's chest.



He took first watch.



Watching for other critters? Don't forget to stop by Modulator, for Friday Ark # 123, and on Sunday, be sure to swing over to visit the Carnival of the Cats, this week to be hosted at Mind of Mog.