Spunk waiting in ambush, napping, and waiting for story time with Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
Category: Guildenstern
Cat in the Grass / Snake in the Window
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern have been enjoying the tall, wild grasses, while the garter snake has been coming back and hanging out on our window sill.
Cats & Roses
Stumped
After getting “logged in” the other day, Mama Max got stumped today. Guildenstern is feeling better as you can see by his kingly pose, and Diné was looking at him like “Who do you think you are?” Rosencrantz was hacking up a hairball a few yards to the east of Diné when I did these shots. Rosencrantz is quite a hacker when it comes to producing projectile hairballs, but I figured I’d spare you the action.
Guilden Grid
I took Guildenstern in for a checkup last week because he had become anxious, clingy, talkative and seemed to continuously move from one spot to another. It turns out he has hyperthyroid, so now I have to give him medicine twice a day. We just started the medicine on Friday, but he seems calmer already. When I give him his medicine, I open his mouth and quickly stick the tiny pill down his throat. It happens so fast, that he purrs and looks confused because he’s not sure about what happened. Guildenstern is only 13 years old, but that makes him an old man in kitty age. He was enjoying the afternoon sun from under the garden table, that made a nice grid pattern on him.
Cat’s Paw View
Our deck is officially open, and Rosencrantz and Guildenstern celebrated by lying around on the table giving me the cat’s paw view.
The X99 Test
I brought home a couple of smoke damaged X99 chairs for the office. Guildenstern tested the one we will use at the sewing machine, and gave it a five out of five paws rating for kitting comfort, snoozing and all-out cat lounging.
One Cat, Two Cat, Black Cat, Blue Cat, Yellow…
To improve his modeling techniques, Guildenstern has taken to reading Vogue and copying the models’ expressions. The blue kitty and Leo were in playful moods the other day.
You Are Not Alone
Guildenstern was pointing out the obvious while Laurie was painting the catio. Rosencrantz wasn’t so sure about the obvious.
Cattywampus
Roscrantz was laying between my legs about 3:30 am when Diné attacked him, and a cattywampus ensued as they fought, tumbled and wamped each other on my legs before Diné jumped off the bed with Rosencrantz in hot pursuit. A few minutes later Diné returned to triumphantly claim the spot between my legs where Rosencrantz had been before their cattywampus. Rosencrantz made his rounds, came back in, walked up on my chest and gave me a security report before he snuggled inbetween Laurie and me. I got up early, so Diné and Rosencrantz, still worn out from their early morning tussle, dragged themselves to my spot and continued to snooze. Guildenstern seemed a little mystified that I was getting up after all that ruckus in the wee hours of the morning. Meanwhile Mama Manx caught the first rays of the sunrise in the catio.
Off Center & Not Even 