I think that things with Jan and Bobby are improving. There’s still plenty to clean up in their cage when I go in every few hours, but they’re actually using the litter box now, thank god. Last night at their evening snack time, Jan bellied up and ate a lot. She showed some of her old attitude, running around with a toy, tossing it in the air, picking a fight with Greg. I gave both she and Bobby baths last night, but they only needed their feet and tails cleaned off a little, which was a HUGE improvement.
(These pictures are from last week, still.)
Jan in the Jan Cave, with Marcia approaching.
“Paws up, y’all!”
“I SAY, ‘Paws up, y’all!'”
(Bobby’s all “Come ON, I want my turn!”)
Jan and the mouse. She LOVES that mouse, can you tell?
Jan and Greg.
Jan puts Greg in his place. (Peter, in the background, tries to pretend nothing’s going on.)
Bobby at the water bowl. How many bowls do you think these guys tipped over before I realized they were basically laying across the side of the bowl to drink water? (Way too many, is the answer.) And it’s not because the water level was low or anything – they just like to be comfy when they’re drinking!
Marcia and Greg, conspiring.
“Where shall I make trouble next?”
That Cindy Brady (looking up at me) just cracks me up. She’s the sweetest, most laid-back, loving little girl. (Her head doesn’t usually look quite so round. I believe she was wearing a collar and it was pushing some of her fur upwards to give her that basketball-head look.)
All the super-comfy cat beds in the house, and these two fight over who gets to sleep on the corrugated cardboard scratch pad. Weirdos.
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Previously
2009: Augustus Goop: The Floofening.
2008: No entry.
2007: “Suuuuuuuuure I’m “not your cat,” lady. SURE.”
2006: No entry.
2005: “Well, I’ll be darned. They DO taste just like chicken!”