Friday, June 29


Every time John Scalzi posts a pic of his cat Ghlaghghee on Whatever, I have to double check that my cat is still here. It's like they're freaking twins, although I think Scalzi's cat has slightly fatter feet (no offense, Ghlaghghee):

Yes, that's a box he's laying on. He seems to think it's comfortable.

He has beautiful blue eyes, even though you can't see them because his eyes are narrowed to slits, as in every picture I take of him. I've tried every single setting on the camera, and still every single picture turns out like this. Not to mention the slick way he decides to groom his nether regions every time I pick up the camera.

The cat knows, people. He knows what I'm up to, and he's not having any of it.

UPDATE: While I'm posting cat pictures....

My sister's cat, Me (yes, that's the cat's name), had her kittens yesterday. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go do something to counteract the huge spike in blood sugar caused by all this cuteness.


  1. Cats can just lounge around in the most uncomfortable positions . . .

  2. LOL, I have a Glaghghee twin too. (I followed the link here to check it out.) But my cat Jolee has even larger feet than she does.


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