6 posts tagged “stupid cat pictures”
Over the holiday break I had what I thought was a pretty good idea. I was going to do a set piece trying to make one of the cats look like a druggie. While they're innocently sleeping on the floor, oblivious to the world, I'd throw some pill bottles around, put a beer can or bottle of booze over him, maybe throw in a party hat and see if I could make something funny. Only problem is the cat has to have the right expression on his face, otherwise it doesn't work. Corwin was either asleep and ignoring me, or giving me these "hey, I'm trying to sleep -- quit fucking with me" looks. And it helps if you remember to vacuum the carpet beforehand.
What I got doesn't really work, but I'm amused enough to post it here anyway.
We call him "Slim." Saw him at the CVS and couldn't stop laughing. He fits right in with the brood.
Stinky is one of those cats that no matter how much I brush him, his fur always seems to get mottled and nasty. It's like he's constantly got chewing gum stuck in his fur. I don't know what he's getting into; he's just one of those cats who never seems to have a good fur day (although he looks better in the picture than he did in reality. Note the large mats around his hip).
The only solution: cut it all off. Finally got around to getting him a lion cut. The cat place gives him a wash, conditioner (apparently he has very dry skin, which accounts for the dandruff), and shave. Big time shave.
Note the cat equivalent of a beer belly between his rear paws. Except in his case it's a wet food belly. He doesn't like the dry food so much, just the wet with all the fat. He really likes it, mainly because everyone goes, "Awwwh, isn't he cute" and wants to pet him. He is a total affection whore. Rub his back, let him stick his ass in your face and he's yours for life.
I got home about 8 pm yesterday. Wife was out at one of her therapy group training thingies, so I was all alone in the house for a couple of hours, which is very unusual. What to do with myself... the possibilities are endless.
I could do some desperately-needed cleaning. Boring.
I could jerk off. Tempting....but not right now.
I could go for a bike (bicycle) ride in the nice, 80 degree heat. YES! We have a winner. I'm that addicted. And it was a kick-ass ride, too. Averaged over 14mph for 9 miles.of city streets.
On my cool down lap around the block, I saw that one of my neighbors had a bicycle sitting out on their front porch. My first thought was, "is it tied down?" as my eyes scanned for a chain. Ahhh, there it is. Wait, it's a cement porch -- what's the bike locked to? A cinder block. Just sitting there on the porch. It was pretty funny.
Speaking of funny, after all that I'm making a salad for dinner. I open the lower cabinet doors and grab my bottles of oil and vinegar. When I turn around to put them back, this is what I saw:
Someone went spelunking around the lower depths of the cabiners and was checking out all of the food we keep stored there. Moments later, his big brother Weasel decided to see what all the hubub was about:
And the boys do a little Upstais/Downstairs routing for something, right there in the cabinet. I think the fun was in the exploring; the fact that they came across our munitions dump-sized supply of cat food was strictly a secondary benefit.
note Weasel sleeping on top of his favorite brush
