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It seems like my little buddy is getting closer to talking- I feel like he's better at mimicking sounds. If I say "hi", it seems like's always saying "hi" back!
My dog felt I should get up when the alarm went off instead of hitting the snooze button, so he climbed atop me and lay full length with his head on my chest. After several minutes of gazing at my (closed, but I could feel the stare!) eyes, he fell asleep himself.
I did a Google image search for "cats dressed as dogs" (without quotes, so it would include dogs dressed as cats, as well as cats and dogs dressed as just about anything you could think of, including Darth Vader, iPhones, and spaghetti).
oh and our new rescue kitty "chose" a name for himself by virtue of it being the only one he would actually respond to. Meet Pixel, our new kitty overlord!
oooo squeee!! look at the ickle belleh spots!!! and toesies! so stripy!
I love brown tabbies; their patterns are just endlessly fascinating. Marlowe is a blue point tabby, so he has ghost stripes, but nothing beats the full-on tiger-cat treatment :D
My only requirements going to look at kittens was that I wanted a pair, and no calicoes (because my beloved departed cat was a calico, and I didn't want to feel like I was trying to replace her). I saw these brothers and was just like, "Yep, that's them." I think partly because they did remind me of various big-cat cubs that I've seen over the years.
They have pretty much doubled in size over the two weeks I've had them. I had no idea kittens ate so much.
Pixel reminds me a lot of one of the first family cats I remember having, a Himalayan named Ginseng (she looked almost exactly like the middle photo on that page). She was one of my favorite cats ever; she slept every night on my pillow just over my head for pretty much my entire pre-college life.
This morning I woke up and called for The Bees and she popped out from under a pile of pillows right by my head, filthy of course. She's never done that before and it was adorable.
It was our first night in the new house and at first I thought she was purring, but she was trembling like she did as a wee kitten, traveling place to place on her daddy's shoulder. Such a scaredy cat, still a little babyhead.
I don't know where she is hiding right now but everything is FILTHY.
I'm just taking a break now that the net is working, checking the extent of the achiness, being filthy. I'll be back to scrubbing floors and dusting in a bit.