Cassie loves getting her tummy rubbed these days. She didn't used to -- I think she's getting sentimental in her old age...
cat(etc)blogging: January 2006 Archives
I'm not the kind of person who names her plants, as much as I love them. I also don't talk to them. But if I were and if I did, this monstrous aloe vera plant would be Audrey II, and I would say extra special nice sweety things to it, because I suspect it's in cahoots with the scary-big out-of-control jade tree to overthrow my benevolent rule of the apartment.
That sunny spot on the couch is highy coveted in the late afternoon...
A good spot for grooming, Mrs. Kennedy thinks... to the extent that she thinks, that is.
Cassie demands her turn.
Sam is happy worshipping at the strange altar where the human sits most days, tapping on a machine. Good thing the sun gets there, too...
How dumb can a creature be if she's still smart enough to get someone to feed her and keep her warm? That deer-in-the-headlights look? Purely an evolutionarily acquired trick to mislead...
