Friday, February 15, 2019

Beast Blogging: The "Cats Cocoon in Cold Conditions" Edition


6 comments:

Li'l Innocent said...

OMG, there must BE a national emergency! Cats always know!!

Wot happened, Scott, did the temp plummet into the sixties? If so, I can heartily recommend, from my ice-decorated NJ fastness, the "milk house" type of space heater, obtainable at amazon and other fine corporate entities. This is an old classic heater type going back at least to the 1940s or so: stable, efficient, simple, and inexpensive, and capable of nicely warming a chilly room, probably chillier than that being suffered by the overlord and -lady in that moving photo.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

Shadow: Life is pain, and it is not worth coming out from the blankets. Have my food delivered.

Moondoggie: I'm all wrapped up and can't move.

Anonymous said...

ANNTI sez...

I rrreeeeeeeeeaaaallllllyyyyyy gotta learn how to time my sinfully-infrequent visits better.

Penny went to the happy (?) hunting grounds last Tuesday, and I was not prepared to face those gorgeous kitteh mugs.

Give 'em my love.

Scott said...

Li'l: The mercury plunged into the 40s at night, which is bad for my back, but great for the feline snuggling industry.

ZRM: Yep, Shadow is constantly staring into the abyss, looking for treats.

Annti: I'm so sorry about Penny. Your love and skritches, and extra treats have been passed along to the furriers.

Hank said...

In the really cold weather, our calico Smudge would burrow entirely under the covers of our (heated, of course) waterbed, coming to rest somewhere near the foot. Had to be careful then, not to sit or set something down on that purring lump.

Sorry to hear about Penny's departure from this dimension, Annti. But I'm sure she was loved and cherished in the time she spent with you.

Anonymous said...

ANNTI sez...

Thanks, Hank & Scott. I miss her so. Every time I look over at the red couch, where her round little arse had dug-out a Penny-shaped divot into the back, I still expect to see her shiny black fur. Took me a while to get to sleep at night without her alleycat-style serenades at night. James is getting a little too used to being a spoiled-rotten only child, I might have to find a teenaged girl-kitteh (already potty-trained!) to give him hell one of these days...

I just never want to go through breast cancer with another cat. Even though she was my first semi-feral full-time/indoor adoption, she was an exceptional kitteh. I just wish that she'd been spayed as a young'un, and she could've been spared such pain. She was so brave, though, and like all "stray" cats, tough as a pine knot & a ten-penny nail in one. Not that it ever stopped her from bitching, mind you, but then, she lived with ME, so what else would she have done?

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