That’s right People. You will swear that you looked everywhere for your cats and couldn’t find them but then – there they are. Innocently sleeping, minding their own business, not up to anything, absolute angels in fur coats who would never do anything wrong.
Man what are you thinking? Of course they do stuff all day. They stretch. They yawn. They move across the floor, changing locations to follow the sun, they change their sleeping positions … a cat’s busy day is packed with tiring activities. No wonder they need 14 hours of sleep a day.
Yay! Extra footage! And they pulled it off! Just adoring Lupin’s little mischievous fang in the last panel. They look so contented. Adventures are tiring.
My boys are very large and ginger with white so you’d think they’d be easy to see but the number of times I’ve searched high and low only to find them in an obvious spot is depressing. I swear either they teleport around the house or they have Lupin’s invisibility mode :)
Love Puck joining in with the high five, he had an important role to play to in fooling the people
In other cat news, a local tragedy has been averted for three fluffy people now named Leila, Cally and Maya.
Two weeks ago, their humans packed up and moved to Texas without telling them. I didn’t find out about it until Leila (nee Eight Ball) showed up at my door early Sunday morning, asking for food. A lot of food. I started putting food outside the house for her. And for Cally (their second cat) when she showed up. The man next door told me he’d talked to his sister, who might adopt Eight Ball . . . but that still left two abandoned cats (I hadn’t known about the third one before then). I was thinking I’d have to get them to the local Humane Society, which has a no-kill policy and a good adoption record, but that still didn’t sound great.
I needn’t have worried. Stacey, my neighbor, was on the job. Last night she told me she had talked with other people who knew the fugitives, found out what was going on, and decided to adopt one of the cats and find homes for the other two. Stacey lets them live in her garage, away from her family’s two dogs, and has set up food and water bowls, beds and scratching posts for them. Plus she named them, and is trying to find which veterinarian has cared for them.
I saw Eight Ball, er, Leila, a little while after we spoke. I wanted to remove her old flea collar, but she was too busy chasing the bugs that were flying around our lawn. This is the first time I’ve ever seen that cat play. Stacey and her family are doing great with their new guests.
We got to see just what is involved with a cat “doing nothing” when somebody got the bright idea to put a GoPro on one and send him outside for a day. I think my favorite part was the long static shot showing the trunk of a tree, presumably while the photographer was trying to decide the best way to climb it.
Lupin’s fang lol! And Elvis is smiling to the left – Lupin to the right. 8) Was looking through a series of pictures of things from an earlier era and saw something akin to a laundry chute and wonder if the Pink House had one or has one? Some houses in the past used to have a milk chute where the milkman would leave bottles of milk and collect the used ones. If the Pink House still has one – oh the adventures Lupin could have!
On the subject of disappearing cats… three years ago I was going to have a picture taken for the church directory and we could bring pets. So I got all dolled up and went to load the cats in the car. My cats like to go places, but they don’t like transitioning (the getting ready to go out, putting on of leash, etc.) the female being worse than the male. John will make a half-hearted attempt to flee, but Stormie feels obligated to make me really work to capture her. I waited until the last minute to fetch the darlings, and John was pretty easily procured, but Stormie completely vanished. I have three floors and I searched all three over and over again. In my best clothes I dropped to the floor and crawled on my knees to peer under anything she would fit under. I moved furniture. I ripped cushions off the couch. I kicked boxes. I tipped over everything wasn’t nailed down. My carefully coiffed hair became a wild mop of frizz as I rushed headlong from one potential hiding spot to the next, up and down two flights of stairs. Finally I ended up in the basement, and as I stood there, gasping for breath and fuming, I happened to notice the ever-so-slight movement of the vertical blinds at the patio door.
Yep. From the OUTSIDE, she would have been clearly visible. She was behind the vertical blinds, pressed up against the sliding glass door, flat as a pancake.
For the record, she took a very nice picture. One. The first one. I don’t care how good a photographer you think you are, you better make that first one count because brother, it’s all downhill from there. A battle of wills with a cat is not a thing you want to get into. I have the finished portraits for proof. Because while Stormie looked adorable in that one picture, I looked like a fuzzy, wrinkled wreck! Stormie 1, Mom 0. In case you’re keeping score. Believe me, SHE does.
God morning and happy Thursday (Purrsday?), fellow orbsters and orbabies. Paul had a biopsy yesterday for the lump on his throat and we should have the results next week. He has a CT scan scheduled for Friday. These tests should, hopefully, rule out any malignancy so the lump can be removed without any further fuss. I am worried sick, but am trying to keep a cheerful front for him.
There was a laundry chute in the house I grew up in. No power on earth would have made our cat ever use that – but when my brother and I were little we did… set up a pile of laundry on the bottom and through the chute we would go! (And no one knew!) (Well, maybe they saw the pile of laundry under the chute!) Our cat was smarter… the chute was straight down from the second floor and it would have been silly for the cat to do that.
Next time you’re establishing an alibi, burrow between a couple of towels, boys. That way the People will know how they missed you and not start to keep track of patterns of Missing Cats.
Lately, when I get home from a full day of work and then a night class, my Vlad goes absolutely nuts, running around like his tail is on fire. It’s like all his pent up energy just exploded. Then he’ll sit on the coffee table breathing hard. I look at him and just stay out of his way! Not getting little kitty prints all over me! :-)
awgiedawgie Premium Member over 6 years ago
Like I said the other day… If only their humans knew…
cat19632001 over 6 years ago
Quick – fake snore, fake snore, fake snore!
cat19632001 over 6 years ago
Hmmm, I’m looking at the Woman in panel one. I think the Boys will have Woman event news to report soon.
ctlum over 6 years ago
Is this a new strip? Don’t remember seeing it in the past! Love it!
cat19632001 over 6 years ago
That’s right People. You will swear that you looked everywhere for your cats and couldn’t find them but then – there they are. Innocently sleeping, minding their own business, not up to anything, absolute angels in fur coats who would never do anything wrong.
cat19632001 over 6 years ago
Man what are you thinking? Of course they do stuff all day. They stretch. They yawn. They move across the floor, changing locations to follow the sun, they change their sleeping positions … a cat’s busy day is packed with tiring activities. No wonder they need 14 hours of sleep a day.
Lady Bri over 6 years ago
Yay! Extra footage! And they pulled it off! Just adoring Lupin’s little mischievous fang in the last panel. They look so contented. Adventures are tiring.
cat19632001 over 6 years ago
Puck definitely deserves a high paw after all he did to distract the Man and deflect interest in the laundry chute.
poppet bear over 6 years ago
My boys are very large and ginger with white so you’d think they’d be easy to see but the number of times I’ve searched high and low only to find them in an obvious spot is depressing. I swear either they teleport around the house or they have Lupin’s invisibility mode :)
Love Puck joining in with the high five, he had an important role to play to in fooling the people
Jungle Empress over 6 years ago
So this is why Blossom’s always sleeping! I thought it was just because being a kitty is exhausting, but clearly she’s secretly going on adventures!
Bill Thompson over 6 years ago
In other cat news, a local tragedy has been averted for three fluffy people now named Leila, Cally and Maya.
Two weeks ago, their humans packed up and moved to Texas without telling them. I didn’t find out about it until Leila (nee Eight Ball) showed up at my door early Sunday morning, asking for food. A lot of food. I started putting food outside the house for her. And for Cally (their second cat) when she showed up. The man next door told me he’d talked to his sister, who might adopt Eight Ball . . . but that still left two abandoned cats (I hadn’t known about the third one before then). I was thinking I’d have to get them to the local Humane Society, which has a no-kill policy and a good adoption record, but that still didn’t sound great.
I needn’t have worried. Stacey, my neighbor, was on the job. Last night she told me she had talked with other people who knew the fugitives, found out what was going on, and decided to adopt one of the cats and find homes for the other two. Stacey lets them live in her garage, away from her family’s two dogs, and has set up food and water bowls, beds and scratching posts for them. Plus she named them, and is trying to find which veterinarian has cared for them.
I saw Eight Ball, er, Leila, a little while after we spoke. I wanted to remove her old flea collar, but she was too busy chasing the bugs that were flying around our lawn. This is the first time I’ve ever seen that cat play. Stacey and her family are doing great with their new guests.
Rosette over 6 years ago
Lupin’s fang seems to stick out when he’s been naughty – I’ll call it his “naughty fang”!
dadoctah over 6 years ago
We got to see just what is involved with a cat “doing nothing” when somebody got the bright idea to put a GoPro on one and send him outside for a day. I think my favorite part was the long static shot showing the trunk of a tree, presumably while the photographer was trying to decide the best way to climb it.
Happy, happy, happy!!! Premium Member over 6 years ago
Good morning Mudd and Gweedo.
Alicelth Premium Member over 6 years ago
Lupin’s fang lol! And Elvis is smiling to the left – Lupin to the right. 8) Was looking through a series of pictures of things from an earlier era and saw something akin to a laundry chute and wonder if the Pink House had one or has one? Some houses in the past used to have a milk chute where the milkman would leave bottles of milk and collect the used ones. If the Pink House still has one – oh the adventures Lupin could have!
Nuliajuk over 6 years ago
Awww… nothing sweeter than the sight of two cats curled up together for a nap.
Gent over 6 years ago
Mandolynn Premium Member over 6 years ago
On the subject of disappearing cats… three years ago I was going to have a picture taken for the church directory and we could bring pets. So I got all dolled up and went to load the cats in the car. My cats like to go places, but they don’t like transitioning (the getting ready to go out, putting on of leash, etc.) the female being worse than the male. John will make a half-hearted attempt to flee, but Stormie feels obligated to make me really work to capture her. I waited until the last minute to fetch the darlings, and John was pretty easily procured, but Stormie completely vanished. I have three floors and I searched all three over and over again. In my best clothes I dropped to the floor and crawled on my knees to peer under anything she would fit under. I moved furniture. I ripped cushions off the couch. I kicked boxes. I tipped over everything wasn’t nailed down. My carefully coiffed hair became a wild mop of frizz as I rushed headlong from one potential hiding spot to the next, up and down two flights of stairs. Finally I ended up in the basement, and as I stood there, gasping for breath and fuming, I happened to notice the ever-so-slight movement of the vertical blinds at the patio door.
Yep. From the OUTSIDE, she would have been clearly visible. She was behind the vertical blinds, pressed up against the sliding glass door, flat as a pancake.
For the record, she took a very nice picture. One. The first one. I don’t care how good a photographer you think you are, you better make that first one count because brother, it’s all downhill from there. A battle of wills with a cat is not a thing you want to get into. I have the finished portraits for proof. Because while Stormie looked adorable in that one picture, I looked like a fuzzy, wrinkled wreck! Stormie 1, Mom 0. In case you’re keeping score. Believe me, SHE does.
miscreant over 6 years ago
Remember folks. Cats get exhausted from everything. Breathing requires a 2 hour nap. It’s a cat thing.
ladykat over 6 years ago
God morning and happy Thursday (Purrsday?), fellow orbsters and orbabies. Paul had a biopsy yesterday for the lump on his throat and we should have the results next week. He has a CT scan scheduled for Friday. These tests should, hopefully, rule out any malignancy so the lump can be removed without any further fuss. I am worried sick, but am trying to keep a cheerful front for him.
Kitty Katz over 6 years ago
There’s always a logical explanation. Lupin was sleeping on a white towel, so no one could possibly see him.
johovey over 6 years ago
There was a laundry chute in the house I grew up in. No power on earth would have made our cat ever use that – but when my brother and I were little we did… set up a pile of laundry on the bottom and through the chute we would go! (And no one knew!) (Well, maybe they saw the pile of laundry under the chute!) Our cat was smarter… the chute was straight down from the second floor and it would have been silly for the cat to do that.
Maizing over 6 years ago
When I woke up this morning, I could feel Sooti on top of me, but when I looked, instead of a cat, all I saw was a “mysterious lump.” LOL
Sionyx over 6 years ago
Next time you’re establishing an alibi, burrow between a couple of towels, boys. That way the People will know how they missed you and not start to keep track of patterns of Missing Cats.
metagalaxy1970 over 6 years ago
Lately, when I get home from a full day of work and then a night class, my Vlad goes absolutely nuts, running around like his tail is on fire. It’s like all his pent up energy just exploded. Then he’ll sit on the coffee table breathing hard. I look at him and just stay out of his way! Not getting little kitty prints all over me! :-)