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| Watson’s Soot Smudge |
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| Peake helping Michael with Wedding Oganization |
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| Peake thinks Watson Makes a good Pillow |
Feline Friday – Peake
The only time I can get a picture of Peake is when he is sleeping. Truly.
When Michael and I were bringing Watson and Peake home, the only thing we had for the cats was a litter box. Adopting them came rather suddenly, as we’d only been officially looking for a few days.
So on our way home, we didn’t have a box or a carrier to put them in. So while Michael drove the car, I kept the two kittens in the front seat, between my legs. While Watson was content to curl up and purr beneath my feet, Peake felt it necessary to climb up on my lap and watch all the traffic go by.
When we go to the vet’s, Peake is the one that leads the way out of the carrier (it fits the both of them) to investigate the room.
Peake is nearly 1.25 lbs larger than Watson, and just slightly more frisky. He’s more of a proximity cat than a cuddle cat. Interestingly enough, he’s the one that purrs more often, which is saying something, because the only time they aren’t purring is when I accidentally step on them in the middle of the night.
Feline Friday – Watson
When Michael and I adopted Peake and Watson, I was hoping that two cats might give me an edge. You see, I have this terrible problem. Cats love Michael. Doesn’t matter where we are, strays will try to follow him home, cats that aren’t friendly even to their owners will love Michael. We’ll go to a friend’s house, and by the end of the night, if that person has a cat, the cat will be camped out on Michael’s lap.
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| Watson sleeping |
It’s problematic for two reasons. I have to compete with the cat for Michael’s affections *grins* AND I don’t stand a chance of a cat liking me more than Michael. I was hoping that if we had two cats, I’d increase my chances of one of them liking me at least as much as Michael.
If I have any hope of that happening, it rests with Watson. Watson shows all signs of mellowing out into a cuddle cat. While he isn’t there yet (he’s still a kitten, though less so than in this picture) he will be the one to leap into my lap when I’m working at my desk and snuggling with me.
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| Zephyr |
You might have noticed a while ago that I let the feline friday feature fade from the blog. There were several reasons for this – Zephyr, our room mate’s cat, became very sick after Michael and I moved from our room mate’s apartment. A few months later, he died, and I found it hard to post pictures of him after he had gone.
However, a few months ago Michael and I decided it was time to adopt a cat of our own in our new apartment. *grins* In the course of a weekend it turned from one cat to two, and shortly afterwards we found a family that had adopted two kittens only to find that their children were allergic.
I’ve now accumulated enough pictures of our two cats that I feel comfortable re-opening this feature.
Let me introduce you to Watson and Peake. Peake is named after the C&O’s famous Chessie‘s husband, Peake (I’ll talk about the history of that more another time). Michael’s family has a (formerly) grey tabby named Chessie (she darkened with age, and is now a black cat). It felt appropriate to name our grey tabby Peake. Also, Zephyr is the name of a rail line in Califorina (the California Zephyr), so it was nice to stick with the theme in honor of Zephyr.
Watson is white, and his name has less meaning behind it – Michael and I have a list (of course we do) of good cat names. Watson was the one that seemed to fit. Watson isn’t really entirely white – he has the smallest smudge of black/brown on his forehead. It looks like he got a bit of soot there, and he hasn’t groomed it away yet.
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| Peake and Watson |
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| I am Guarding Jen’s Purse |
Feline Friday and Friends!
Oh Hi. Today I want you to meet a friend of mine. Her name is Monkey. She is quite young, and gets into everything.
See, Jen thinks that because this blog is about knitting, she should at least try to have some photos of me with yarn. But I am very clever. I don’t let her catch me playing with the yarn. I only leave it in a spiderweb all over the house.
But apparently that’s not very photogenic. So here, I give you Monkey. Monkey is playing with yarn.
Are you happy now, Jen? I will try to get into more yarn so you can take pictures of me.
Feline Friday: I AM FEROCIOUS!
Rawr!
Today I am being Ferocious!
I have CLAWS!
I HAVE TEETH!
I HAVE A BIG MOUTH!
Thus, I must be Ferocious!
PS: I am so small today because Jen didn’t have her camera on the right settings, and I am a bit blurry. She posted it anyway because I INSISTED that I am FEROCIOUS, and this is proof, even if I am blurry. So for all of you who think I am cute, remember that I am quite scary.
Feline Friday: I Cans Too Read!
Hi.
Today I am very serious. You see, I have heard a most upsetting thing. Jen had told me that some of you were dubious about me being able to read.
She told me that last week, and all this week I was most upset.
See how upset I was? Look here, to the right. I have my sad face on.
I am looking down and my ears are drooping and my paw is listless. (See the big words I use right now? This must mean that I reads!)
I am really sad here.
Then I decided I should show you all. I would show you that I cans read.
Look here. I am reading a book. It says Jump! Jen didn’t even have to tell me what it said. It has a frog on it. I like frogs. They are nice and hoppy. I like to chase them.
See? I have my paw on the book and everything. I am about to open it.
I am a very talented cat. Can your cat read?
