This one just melted my heart
The Miffed Maine Coon has never connected the appearance of the Cat Jail with a trip to the V.E.T. It comes out, he happily gets inside and settles down for a nap on his own personal sized quilt. You’d think after 9 years he would realize it’s always a trap. His brother, The Giant Ginger Gentleman must be stuffed into his carrier, along with great cries for help and gnashing of teeth.
Yep, that was the only way I could get Py into the carrier. He broke so many of them, I had to resort to zip ties instead of those little plastic pegs to hold it together. Which always amused my V.E.T. as we had to take the carrier apart just to get him out. I miss his big evil catself.
Clearly nobody has spent any time with Ivan, if those smiling doomed idiots think they can help the triplets.
You haven’t been shunned, until you’ve been shunned by a cat. The Miffed Maine Coon has developed this to a fine art. But he was trained by the best (my avatar). However, my Giant Ginger Gentleman is way too co-dependent to shun me for longer than it takes him to get to the front door and wrap himself around my leg when I’ve been away.
And don’t forget the knocking off of objects. The Miffed Maine Coon starts with small things and works his way up to heavier, more expensive things when attempting to get my attention at 3:28am when his brother, the Giant Ginger Gentleman has failed to do so by repeatedly washing the humans faces.
Oh, this is gonna hurt, Stepford boy.
When we moved to PA, The Miffed Maine Coon had his first encounter with fireflies. Or as he believes, Glowing Man Eating Ninja Bugs. And the next day, our bedroom screen had it’s first encounter with Maintenance.
Mine will happily allow you in a chair or on the sofa. Then convert you into cat furniture. I spend half my life as a cat hammock
The guy in the black hood reminds me so much of the last boss I had.