Obeskitty

Beau was once a musclebound Caribbean cat.

Spending most of his time outdoors chasing iguanas and mice, he was a prime specimen of the feline physique.

Svelte even.

Since we've been living in New York, however, he's given up the whole "chasing things" game, and taken up the sport of professional napping.

Professional napping requires practice and a high degree of skill- After all it isn't easy to get the covers pulled up juuust right when you don't have thumbs.

Diet food be darned- This is what fat and happy looks like.

What the world needs...

Less hate.

More HUGS!

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Sorry, this spot is taken.

What, were you wanting to sleep here or something? Whatever. I don't care. I'm a cat.

A Ritual

All day long Radar and Beauregard have free run of our place. However, Beau is quite the nocturnal beastie, and must be banished from the bedroom before anyone can head to bed. So here's the routine:

Step one: Beau hides himself somewhere he won't be noticed

Step two: Peter comes in the room all tired like and asks, "where's the cat?"

Step three: I reply, "I don't know. I don't think he's in here. I haven't seen him in a while."

Step four: go to bed

Step five: Cat waits twenty minutes then starts making trouble.

Step six: measures are taken to de-cat-ify the room

Step seven: Cat RESISTS RESISTS RESISTS

Step eight: humans reply, "Resistance is futile!"

The ritual ends when one of the humans shakes the cat food container, because no matter how full the cat's food bowl might be, the sound of cat food shaking around in plastic is like a furball magnet... it never fails to draw the cat out of the restricted zone.

Things I love about New York #3

I love where I live.

Finally, we were able to find a decent apartment in a new city on the first try. Our last big move landed us in a shoebox apartment that had a hole in the floor in lieu of a tub and a gargantuan generator sounding like a Harley gang permanently parked outside our bedroom window. This big move, however, landed us in a cushy Queens high rise that's as dog friendly as can be. True, we may not have furniture like normal people. But somehow, the whole utilitarian desks-instead-of-a-couch thing works for us.