I know he’s a cat and all, but come on…
Tag: pets
Mighty hunters
We’re not exactly sure how, but Pavel, an apartment cat on the 3rd floor of a block of flats, managed to catch a bird. We wrangler it off of him, and now it’s in a newspaper-filled cardboard box on the patio, with some seeds and water. Bean also gave it two sweeties, to apologise for it almost being eaten by our cats.
Human! Continue!
Reenpig was most displeased when Katy stopped with the head stroking and made her feelings known with a disgruntled meow and a withering look of disdain.
Fish tank, part II
We tried to just have a simple, passive cube tank, but the last fish didn’t make it (RIP Philippe). This time, there is a pump and a grow light, and the tank looks a damn sight better for it. So far, Darwin seems much more content with his surroundings and, thanks to Jacques and Cousteau the shrimp and Gumball and Gumbo the plek-type fishies, the tank has never been cleaner.
How I wake up these days
I have Pavel either curled up warming my butt, or stretched out all along my back.
Another addition to the menagerie
This is Katy’s un-birthday present. It’s going to be the home of a siamese fighting fish when the water settles – bringing the total number of critters to 3 cats, one hamster, one fish and one feral child.
The three catketeers
Badass, Dumbass and Fatass. All for one and one for meh.
It’s hard being a pussycat
Don’t mind me, cat.
Pavel took offense at me being on *his* beanbag, so he took matters into his own paws and just flomped on me in protest.
Pretty much par for course these days
Katy sleeping in, surrounded by cat-shaped lumps.