Very tiring…
Tag: cats
My morning wake-up call purrs
Ever since Katy left for Blighty, Pavel has become uber clingy. I’ll wake up with him sprawled all along my back, or sometimes, like this morning, with him on my pillow with his back (if I’m lucky) or his butt (if I’m not) pressed to the side of my head.
Other times, I’ll just wake up with him perched on the crossbeam looking down at me like a furry gargoyle, chittering at me to go and feed him.
Unimpressed cat is unimpressed
Pavel was not a used this morning when I didn’t feel like giving him fuss at 6am when he clearly and vocally demanded it.
Me and my bro
Pavel and I, we have a solid bromance going on…
Human! You’re in my spot!
I had to turf Reenie out of my side of the bed twice before being able to lie down. Soon after, she climbed on my bits to let her displeasure be known.
It’s a lazy Sunday morning for everyone
Except for Bean. He’s full on today.
Edit: I’m sorry, but that’s just obscene…
Chilling with the Reenpig
It’s a hard life, having a warn, fuzzy, purring pillow.
I wish I was a Pavel…
How I woke up this morning
Pavel decided that the space right next to my head was a perfect if-I-fits-I-sits spot this morning. So I used him as a purring, vibrating, furry pillow.
That cat has issues
Not content with having decapitated several ikea nightlights, a fur brush and a pair of wii controllers, Pavel has now graduated to trying to hunt and eat Katy’s rubber ducks.