The Meowge à trois

Bob Tail and Panic Attack

So those little rascals pictured above are 2 of the 3 cats we have. I'm sure by looking at them, you can figure out who is who, right? Anyway, these guys are maybe 4 months apart in age, so there is a lot of high energy cat flying action going on in the house these days. I mean, who would have thought two kittens would sound like a heard of elephants trampling through the house at the asscrack of dawn?


Anyway.
Panic is hilarious, because he "talks" to me. Last night Bob didn't want to play, so he was just chilling in a cozy corner, putting his little paws up. In comes Panic, Stage Left. He gets to roaring and growling and slapping and pouncing on Bob. Bob totally doesn't give two shits and just continues to relax like nothing is going on. I walk by and he starts "talking" to me all loud and sassy.


He was seriously tattling on Bob for not playing. I can't say how I know that was what he was going on about, I just do. Pet People are probably just as loony as me and can know what they're saying, too.

And he was getting pissed at me because I wouldn't do anything about it. If you would have witnessed this, you probably would have pissed yourself laughing at the little shit.


Meanwhile, in trots Paco, Stage Right.

Paco the Stink is about as big as my 4 year old...

Now Paco gives no fuck on any day. He's just... Paco.

He puts up with the kids trying to tote his giant ass around, but he don't really hang out much with the kittens. He did used to get amusement out of fucking with Bob, though. As you can see, Bob was born without a tail. So he was totally fascinated by Paco's extra long tail.

Paco would lay there and twitch his tail in a fashion that reminded me a bit of fly fishing.

Twitch... twitch...
In pounces Bob...
!!SLAP!!
 Bob runs all pride wounded.
Paco lays there with a satisfied look on his face.
Here slinks Bob back in to the room all sneaky-like again.
Twitch... twitch...

You get the picture.

Anyway.
Enough about my fucking cats, already. Right?
I need to get ready to go to the Back Cracker.
So catch you later, then.

I totally dig my awesome red thrift store hat.