The Blog Must Go On

Gwendolyn: “If you stop blogging everyone will miss seeing me grow up into a beautiful kitty!”

After a major pussy riot by all felines in the household, and a sound pussy whipping by said felines and other females in the household, I am being forced to withdraw all threats of not blogging.

Glenda: “And everyone would miss my cuteness!”

“How could you stop sharing THIS with the world?”

“People would miss out on all my great poses and being a Hellcat!”

“Don’t Eeeven think about it buster!”

“Meh!”

“Oh, brother! Dude!”

“AAahhh! What about all my girlfriends? AAaahh! What about all my admirers? AAaahh! What about all the modeling and acting I do for your blog? AAaahh! I’ll whack your pee pee if you quit blogging. AAaahhh! I’m going to whack it just for you thinking about not blogging and leaving me out in the cold!”

“I think I’ll give you a paw sandwich!”

“How about if I give you sad eyes?”

“You’re making me go all corny and flaky just thinking about it!”

“The thought of not being blogged!”

“I simply can’t bear the thought of it!”

“How can you Eeeven think about denying all those lovely women who adore me this beautiful face?”

 

Nuevas Gatitas

Glenda

We adopted two black kittens, Glenda and Morgana. They came home yesterday. They are 8 weeks old. They are having so much fun that they will not hold still for photos.

So far the other kitties are afraid of them. Marble sniffed Morgana after we brought the kittens home, Morgana spat at Marble and Marble said “¡Hasta la vista, baby!” and ran out of the bedroom. The other cats saw the exchange and followed suit. The other cats can come in and go out of the bedroom through a kitty door, but so far they are staying out of the bedroom.

Glenda and Morgana are having a ball playing in and around all the boxes and fabric under our bed. They played on Laurie and me and attacked us for about an hour after we went to bed last night. They would come up and snuggle and purr for a few seconds and then go back to playing. Each one has a distinctive purr. They finally settled in and slept on us for a couple of hours before they moved to a box under the bed that’s full of fabric they like to curl up in and sleep together.

Morgana