I swear my first Maine Coon mix would wait with the Catnip Times tucked under his front leg, glaring at me as I cleaned his box. Then he’d go and use all the others one by one just to experience that ‘new cat litter smell’
I had no idea that Ivan could see into his own future. giggle:snort:hysterical laughter. Somebody pass me the popcorn
This is my giant ginger gentleman. He’d let me brush him furless he loves the brush that much
Py, The Imperial made a game out of spinning his water dish. I never knew where I would find it. He even managed to tip over one of the weighted dog water dishes that I bought out of sheer desperation to not walk into my kitchen to find a flood. His Minion, The Miffed Maine Coon to this day will only drink out of the bathroom sink. And you must attend him while he does so. Spoiled cats? No, I’m just exceedly well trained
Ah yes, the three minutes of fall here in Johnstown has begun as well.
I’m thinking she’s be much happier if it was just Clover, herself, Winnie and Wigglesworth. Ivan is a sociopath, Peter’s best friend is a rock, Pilot lives for his rats, and Vesper has really bad taste in men.
I have a feeling you’re right about that
I’m just shocked that he remembered their names
@Sheriff Mordecai That makes three of us owned by Maine Coons. Mine would probably squash Bucky while snuggling with Satchel.
And man eating gnats. Which only attack at 2:43am. On the headboard