fuelie
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In our house we have three cats, a mutt beagle type dog, and another beagle who is blind. Needless to say it's a bit of work but Newman, the male cat... .He is kind of a jerk most of the time. He really likes me which I guess is cool, and he always sleeps between my legs but when it comes to the girls he has no game. Here is my typical day with some of the animals in order.
Ah, it's sunny. Meet Turbo. I picked her and her sister Tara from the same litter when they were 6 weeks old.
She is sleeping away all cozy in the sun on her perch above all.
About 10 feet away her sister Tara is deciding if she wants to come into the living room because Newman the creepy stalker is in the middle of them.
If you see the females Newman is close awaiting to spit some third grade game. He has to know where his bitches are at all times.
Turbo wakes up and decides to head for the kitchen where the entrance to their food and other facilities are. Just through the sacred kitty door I installed. Tara repositions herself in what I can only assume is a defensive position to watch Turbo's 6 as Newman waits in the wings.
Turbo already knows what's going to happen next so she heads under the table and sits on the chair.
Newman who isn't fooling anyone walks over and wipes his scent on the wall saying this shit is his and he don't care.
His true motive. "NONE SHALL PASS" You bitches ain't gettin in the basement unless you go past me. Usually he will just sit there with his head stuck in the hole while the girls sit behind him and can only assume call him an asshole.
He continues to sit there for a minute then walks away to be met with these looks.
So, that happend while I was getting some food. As I sat down in my chair to eat and check some emails I am met with Newman again. He will eat just about anything and if you have something he is damn well entitled to some of it. He notices I am eating and makes his way to the arm of his chair to use his super kitty stare of control or say Hai guy, you know I get some of that right?
Then I think... Oh cool, I'll get a pic of him sniffing my food. At that moment, I let my guard down and the little bastard grabbed half of my damn sammich and took off with it.
Here he is trying to enjoy his score.
As he enjoys his score Bob sadly looks forth with obvious jealousy in his eyes.
I let Newman have a bite or two then gave the rest to Bob while Newman retreated to the couch to give me a deal with it look.
And Bob although saw my plate was empty was not satisfied as usual and wanted more......
The end.
Ah, it's sunny. Meet Turbo. I picked her and her sister Tara from the same litter when they were 6 weeks old.
She is sleeping away all cozy in the sun on her perch above all.
About 10 feet away her sister Tara is deciding if she wants to come into the living room because Newman the creepy stalker is in the middle of them.
If you see the females Newman is close awaiting to spit some third grade game. He has to know where his bitches are at all times.
Turbo wakes up and decides to head for the kitchen where the entrance to their food and other facilities are. Just through the sacred kitty door I installed. Tara repositions herself in what I can only assume is a defensive position to watch Turbo's 6 as Newman waits in the wings.
Turbo already knows what's going to happen next so she heads under the table and sits on the chair.
Newman who isn't fooling anyone walks over and wipes his scent on the wall saying this shit is his and he don't care.
His true motive. "NONE SHALL PASS" You bitches ain't gettin in the basement unless you go past me. Usually he will just sit there with his head stuck in the hole while the girls sit behind him and can only assume call him an asshole.
He continues to sit there for a minute then walks away to be met with these looks.
So, that happend while I was getting some food. As I sat down in my chair to eat and check some emails I am met with Newman again. He will eat just about anything and if you have something he is damn well entitled to some of it. He notices I am eating and makes his way to the arm of his chair to use his super kitty stare of control or say Hai guy, you know I get some of that right?
Then I think... Oh cool, I'll get a pic of him sniffing my food. At that moment, I let my guard down and the little bastard grabbed half of my damn sammich and took off with it.
Here he is trying to enjoy his score.
As he enjoys his score Bob sadly looks forth with obvious jealousy in his eyes.
I let Newman have a bite or two then gave the rest to Bob while Newman retreated to the couch to give me a deal with it look.
And Bob although saw my plate was empty was not satisfied as usual and wanted more......
The end.
