One calico/tabby mix, one calico and one tuxedo colored(black and white, male). Ages three(calico), two(tuxedo) and one(calico/tabby mix). Their not related by blood but in my eyes their siblings.2 girls and one boy.
Where do I start? I am a zoologist/animal lecturer. I have the following:
1-9 ft. Albino Burmese python
1-4 ft. Savannah Monitor
1-Giant African Millipede
1-Chilean Rose Hair Tarantula
1-Blue & Gold Macaw
Here are my brood when they were kittens. 12 in this picture. They have since grown up and turned into fine cats who hog my bed and leave me hanging off the edge. After buying a king size bed because a double didnt have enough room, i still cant fit on the bed because now they stretch out where as before they used to curl up.
Dave could also talk. He would say "Aurora" which is a major street in Seattle. It's where the hang out. Hmmmm, wonder how/why/where he picked that up?!
Seattle luckily Joe only carries my bras out and not my panties. thats a little too personal. LMAO. Ive had a house of talking animals. pugsleigh always says hello in the morning and when i get home, in a real deep voice. LOL. Sam, my other cat always sounds like he says 'hello, hello, hello, oh nooo' and my sweet 'Baby' that passed away had a mouthful to say "I love you" "feels good" and she freaked me out one day when i was drying her after a bath, she said "gimmee that towel" and grabbed it and took off running. well i was never gonna say that she said that, but my bf happened to be there and his eyes got huge and he asked me if she just said "gimmee that towel". i said, "thats what it sounded like, but im not telling anyone." but now i just blurted it to the whole forum. oh my. hehehe.
LMAO What personalities! My cats just look at me with utter disappointment (and sometimes contempt) as I fail to anticipate their every want and need. I have pointed out to them if they had jobs and contributed to the family income, they could have more input on how things are run in the household. Their lame arguement is always "lack of opposable thumbs." Then they call me "sugarloaf" and slink away.
cutiepie01 write: ROFLMAO! Seattle you just made me bust a gut laughing so hard. Im still dying at "Once you start dating a rug, its hard to break the habit". OMG my eyes are watering. actually its not the just the rugs, he also fools around with my dirty laundry. I thought that maybe I was just getting lazy and undressing in the dining room. I didnt remember doing it, but the dining room seems to be his place of choice for his sexual escapades. If I dont shut my bedroom door, by the time i get home from work I have a full load of laundry in the middle of the dining floor. and the rugs are always on top.
So his fabric lust is universal? That's a tough one. I'd still try a stuffed animal, a few candles and some Barry White. Dang this cat has lusty loins!
Know the problem with the laundry. My dog, Dave (since passed away), used to get into the laundry basket and carry my panties out when I had male guests. We'd be chatting, I am thinking I am so sophisticated and out Dave would proudly trot, with a pair of my, let's call them "weekend" panties in his mouth as if to say, dude, you may think she's sexy now, but she wears granny panties.
Dave could also talk. He would say "Aurora" which is a major street in Seattle. It's where the hookers hang out. Hmmmm, wonder how/why/where he picked that up?!
cutiepie01 write: Aha! I finally figured out why Joey Rotten will not leave my rugs in my bathroom. He puts them in the middle of the dining room floor. Well I caught him today mounted on one. He pushes is up in his crotch and humps it. So because I caught him, he was embarrassed and a few minutes later he was on the back of my chair attached to my head by his teeth. for god's sake, if he doesnt want me to look then he should go in the closet or something. ugghhh...boys!
Cutie, Too funny! Can you get him a stuffed animal so he leaves your rug alone? I know once you start dating a rug, it's hard to break the habit, but maybe something with a similar texture.
I think in a cat's mind, such as often in the man, if they get caught, it just didn't happen and there is something wrong with your eyes!