It's been a while since I've talked about the animals around here. Okay, maybe not...I have memory loss problems. What I am certain of is that my animals have been extremely cute today. Extra smooshable, if you will.
Look, first off, I'm not going to pretend this is normal. At all. But when you have cats, and I know this is a good reason why people choose not to have them, this is what happens. They get on shit that you don't want them on. And they do things you don't want them to do. Did you know cats have the 3rd highest IQ of any animal on Earth? Yeah, they do. Which means cats know, and they don't care. So my cat, Emily, is a total terror. Her favorite spot in the world it on top of the kitchen cabinets. She's NEVER affectionate, so don't think about touching her. She likes to bite us or attack our feet when we walk by, and torture the chiweenie because she squeals. Okay...she is the definition of hellion. I can't say enough bad things about this cat.
And if I'd given my Dad, the avid cat hater, this photo ten years ago and told him this was his cat in a basket on his kitchen counter he'd have called me a liar.
But come on, would you tell that face to move? Or to go on a diet? No. You wouldn't. Because she'd kill you in your sleep.
(Yes, that's an iron. My Mom doesn't believe in ironing clothes. That iron is a good 18 years old and is only kept in case of funerals. Or quilting, as was its purpose today.)
This is, of course, Jill. Jill likes to follow my Mom from room to room. She's not big on letting that woman out of her sight. My Mom's been busy today. Jill is exhausted. Can you tell?
Poor thing. My mother should really learn to rest, for the sake of the dog, you know?
I peeled back the covers to reveal Molly sleeping in my bed this evening. It was the cutest thing I'd ever seen.
I dare you to think this isn't cute.
Double dog dare you.
Triple dog dare you.
Couldn't do it, could you? It was the puppy paws wasn't it? I know, gets me every time.