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Synchronized napping.
I will go outside if you carry me.
Squirrels!
Squirrels! Jordan’s down left.
Hey Bob, you find anything?
Damn, cat’s still there.
Here I come to save the day!
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog July 10 2009, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Summer and the living is easy.
Die, Ebil Couch, Die!
Arghhh! Chipmunk! Arghhhh!
Relax, I killz it with my mindz.
Does you likez, mah new split-level?
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog July 3 2009, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
I haz the wand of power! Now you must obey…
Nope, I iz in hiding. No obeying under here.
I shall obey the sleep command…
I iz obedient. I playz ded. See, my tongue is hanging out and everything.
Silly dog, THIS is how stick your tongue out!
That’s soooooo wrong.
We are not amused. Okay, maybe a little…
With thanks to pets of Castle Gaiman for their help.
Here come da sun, and I say…
Hide! It’s going to get us!
You are soooo weird, the sun is our warm happy friend.
Black cat sees no sun. Black cat needs no sun.
I thought thumb-monkey was our warm happy friend, and soon I will reach the summit!
Move the food closer thumb-monkey, my feet are cold.
Ooh, excellent plan. Bring me my dinner thumb-monkey!
And then, dance for me! Dance thumb-monkey, dance!
I am so embarrassed for you all…but I do kind of want to see the thumb-monkey dance.
I have seen the thumb-monkeys dance. You do NOT want to see it.
YOU are NOT my thumb-monkey, and I do NOT want dancing with my dinner.
I am noble cat! Take my photo thumb-monkey. Make me as famous as I deserve.
Stupid thumb-monkey gave me a pill…though he did feed me. So I guess he’ll do.
Cats, why did it have to be cats?
Extra dogs and cats courtesy of the Kuchta, Little household, and Castle Gaiman.
Oh, WHERE is my monkey? Oh, WHERE is my monkey?
Back there is your monkey!
Back there is your monkey!
Back there is MY monkey! Paws off!
How much will you give me for the monkey’s wallet?
Right, dis week I duz captions!
Dis cat don’t live here & he’s a doof.
Dis is da “Princess” she’s a spoiled old prissy pants.
Dis one came here in the same box with me…also a doof.
I call dis one “butthead.”
This is one of my pet thumb monkey—the crazy one.
I want dis. It will bring me fissies!*
Dis is Ashbless, da smartest, prettiest, most wonderfullest cat in da whole world!
Belated thanks to Matt Kuchta for his kitty diving bell illustration.
It is the east and Juliet, the sun…and she’s way too bright.
I am round like the sun, but not as bright…
I’m a dog.
What the hell…
That was my dog.
I like dogs…they are almost as delicious as my feet.
Last night the world lost a big glorious goofball of a cat. My dear friend Scott Lynch’s cat Muse died suddenly and unexpectedly at home. As those of you who follow me on social media or read Friday Cat Blogging know, we had the pleasure to play surrogate monkey for Muse, aka Giant War Cat to my readers, for nearly two months this summer. We will miss him enormously and we’re heartbroken for Scott and his other person, Elizabeth Bear. I haven’t the heart to write any more, so I will say goodbye to him in pictures.
This was the first time I met him.
He had a ten minute staring contest with the concrete cat.
I’m going to miss him.
With Scott in our living room.
The committee for feline domination takes a meeting
I will killz teh chipmunk with mah mind
I needs mah beauty sleep
Well, I needs mah cutie sleep, so there
Waz otter in previous life, sometimes has flashbacks
What? Dis da gluten free shelf, right? I’z 100 percent gluten free
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog June 26 2009, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)