Natasha is my Spirit Animal. I haven’t laughed that hard in ages.
It’s a villain thing..
Oubliette Now there’s a word you don’t see often. I laughed. (and thought of Yzma and Cronk “Pull the Lever! Wrong Lever!!!!”
Yep, that’s the noise (SPROOONG!) the gray hairs make… I can attest to that. It’s so noising on top of my head I’ve decided to stop coloring away the grays. Maybe they will be quieter if they aren’t competing for dominance with the hairs still their original color.
I wonder if the Dish Pan and Dish Towel are on the counter by the sink (you know, for dish washing?) :) When the Pandemic WFH started I had to put 2 cat beds on top of my desk in order to encourage my cats to leave me alone while I worked. They eventually grew tired of them and moved back to their cardboard boxes with towels/old t-shirts/whatever bedding in them. And I got all my desk space back.
It’s tough to pick just one. Tommy reminds me the most of the Annoying Little Animal (who while not my “favorite” cat in real life will always have a special place in my heart). Lupin pulls at my heart strings as does Elvis, Puck, and Goldie (who can resist a Ginger??) All of the other characters also hold a place in my heart – because like all the real life creatures I’ve had the pleasure to have known – I love each one in it’s own special way. I can’t believe how fond I am of all the characters in this strip…
It depends on the cat and situation. The Annoying Little Animal would touch my face (never my eyes or mouth or nose) to get my attention for pets or for play time (usually multiple times as I’d brush him away). The Queen of all She Surveyed would go for an eye, mouth or nose because she wanted IMMEDIATE attention. I’ve also had my nose “bitten” by a Hangry Cat (who would also LICK my eyelid when he was hangry). The Annoying Little Animal was really the only cat that would touch my face for something other than “get up! Feed Me!!! NOW!!!”
My current cats are Pillow and Foot of the bed sleepers. The Annoying Little Animal was the “Little Spoon” – he’d do whatever he could (wake me up, push me, jump on and off the bed) to get me back into the “correct position” so I could have an arm curled around him. He would curl up under my chin, his head on my arm and often his front paws in my hand. He really liked to sleep “holding hands”. He didn’t fight the other cats – as long as he was the Little Spoon. ::sigh:: I will never be loved like that again. I still miss him – after 15 years.
I have a cat like that always out of arms reach – she doesn’t “hate” me – she just thinks I’m out to get her (for kisses, hugs, putting a pill down her throat, a trip to the vet, maybe gonna eat her….)