You know it is warm when Hobbes gives up hiding and sneaking up on the birds. He now just plops his 47 pounds of stripey goodness smack dab under the feeder and just sort of waits for some bird to fall into his mouth. Or if that doesn't happen, he just looks up from his nappy and chatters at whoever is sitting above his head. Can you say "L A Z Y"? Sheesh.
Monday, July 20, 2009
It's Raining Birds, Allelujah
You know it is warm when Hobbes gives up hiding and sneaking up on the birds. He now just plops his 47 pounds of stripey goodness smack dab under the feeder and just sort of waits for some bird to fall into his mouth. Or if that doesn't happen, he just looks up from his nappy and chatters at whoever is sitting above his head. Can you say "L A Z Y"? Sheesh.
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I'm not a cat person, but there's a cat you gotta love.
Nah, he doesn't really weigh 47 pounds?
I love the sound of kitty cat disguised as bird chatter. But I don't think all cats can speak bird.
We had two cats, one who was street wise and about two when we got her and one who was an eight-week old kitten.
The 2-year-old spoke fluent bird. The kitten never picked it up.
Go figure.
Don't you just want to be a cat sometimes? They have the life.
Best way to start a Monday- a Hobbes post! :-)
Hobbes has it all figured out - man cats don't hunt, they let the Queens do the work and then they beg for the spoils of the hunt. Its a guy thing... ;o)
Good ole Hobbes. Ya gotta love the guy.
That's a lovely garden spot. How about some more pictures so we can see the setting for this bit of beauty?
47 pounds? That's a lotta lazy cat!
As long as we are talking pets and birds...my dog ate a rotting bird on her walk the other day. GAG!
I guess they would say--tastes like chicken.
That's so funny! Gorgeous photo... I think he's found the perfect spot.
I was wondering the same thing about his weight. My 5-year-old weighs 50 pounds and the 4-year-old is 48.
Uh, can you come do my yard?:)
Vanilla--He is nothing but love! And no, he isn't really 47 pounds--more like 12 or 13, maybe a bit more. It's just my dramatic way of saying he's a big boy, especially when he insists on sitting on my chest like he did when he was a kitten. Ugh!
CG--Grace doesn't really chatter either, she just sort of mews at the birdies. Hobbes is kinda like Dory in Finding Nemo talking "whale"--except he talks "birdy".
Merry--Yes, they do! And the cats in my house REALLY have the life.
Helene--I'm gonna start selling Hobbes posters! He'll be topping Farrah's poster sales in a week!! Hee! Hee! Geesh, what a fan base homeboy's got.
Split Rock--He hunts, but he never catches anything that I know of. He's funny--uses the cat door to come in and eat and use the litter box and then goes back outside. I guess he's not into "roughing" it.
Chuck--My yard is really really tiny--so I cram a lot into a little space. I'll have to post more of the back 40--feet, not acres! Ah, suburbia.
Violet--He's not really 47 pounds--I just like the drama of that description. And it sure feels like 47 pounds when he sits on my chest each day to say good morning to me. Ugh.
Jodi--Ick! Is it a lab?? Those dogs eat anything. I hope the bird didn't make your dog sick.
Petula--Well, at least he is on OUR side of the fence this time!! Right behind those grasses is a rat-hole of a yard. Those neighbors are pigs and the yard is full of debris, junk, and dog crap. We'd put up a wood fence, but we know they would stack junk up against it--so we plant tall plants to hide it. Guess where Hobbes likes to hang?? Hint: not in our yard. Go figure.
Beautiful photo! I sometimes wish I was a cat. I could totally go with a month of hanging out by a birdbath in a gorgeous garden, meandering through yards, exerting energy only when I felt like it. Curling up in a warm patch of sun...ah...the life!
Happy Monday!
~Jen
Dude!
The Farm cats were hunting mouse in the trailer at about 3AM this morning. The publicist and male person were not so happy at the noise.
The want the mouse gone but at a more respectable hour.
One day, cackling at the birds is bound to work. I think my problem is that I cackle at them on the other side of the window and they can't hear me so good. Hobbes, you are doing it right!
I feel his pain. I'm currently propped up in bed with my ice packs waiting for someone, anyone, to bring me something to eat. Give Hobbes my number, we can be fat and hungry together.
Jen--Hobbes has the life, I tell you. We even installed a kitty door so he can go in to eat and go back out into the warm sunshine. We should all live like Grace and Hobbes.
Pricilla--Well, at least they are hunters. Grace and Hobbes just sort of watch the birdies and such--never really get them. That would take too much work.
Daisy--I think the only way Hobbes is going to catch something is if the bird has a little bird heart attack and falls into his mouth. Even then, I think he wouldn't know what to do with it. He is very spoiled and isn't aware of real cat duties.
Casey--Hobbes is not your man today. His favorite spot to lay is on my chest first thing in the morning! All that weight is a KILLER. But maybe you could convince him to cuddle next to you....Hope you are feeling better soon!! Nothing worse than sore boobies. :(
I just want to give him a hug, both to feel his catly girth and to commend him on his ingenuity.
Little bird heart attack - heh heh heh!
The Siamese is 3 years old, but this is the first season he's been an outdoors cat (mainly because we couldn't stand him screaming at the door any longer). For the first while, he wanted out NO MATTER WHAT. Then not if it was raining. Now, like Hobbes, if it is the least bit hot, he parks his lazy butt under a shade tree and watches (or not) the world go by.
You know, I think I really want to be a cat.
Are you serious? 47 pounds? Naaaaah... You kidder you.
Lazy or smart - it's really hard to tell!
Lin, Uli is a carin terrier...you know the little dog from the Wizard of Oz.
Hobbes loks like he's pretty laid back.
DG--And is a cuddly kitten too. Problem comes in when he HAS to sit on you to shower you with love--ugh!
Pricilla--I hear they actually do have heart attacks when they get scared. Although I have never seen it happen. I wonder if you can do CPR on a birdie???
Elizabeth--There is this whole campaign to have your kitty stay indoors for their health and to save the wildlife. Not all cats are hunters--Grace once (and I repeat ONCE) had a mouse in her mouth and she looked absolutely disgusted. She was watching forever and finally grabbed the thing and immediately put it down--I don't think she liked the taste! So far, Hobbes is not proving to be a killer either--so I let them outside when we are home. They don't stay out all night or anything--just hang around the yard. I'm glad your little kitty gets to enjoy the fresh air too. Yeah--I want to be a kitty too.
Sharky--Well, maybe 46--I like to exaggerate. It's really more like 12 or 13, but it sure feels like 47 when he's on your chest in the morning.
Beaded Tail--You're right--I never thought of it that way! He leads a good life that guy, doesn't he??
Jodi--And he ate a dead bird?? Ick. We dog sit for a little dog and he loves to go after the cat poop--so I guess a dead bird isn't too bad in comparison. Ewwwwww.
MA Woman (I refuse to call you 'fat'!) --He is a mellow dude. Even Grace spitting and whacking him doesn't throw him. He's got the right idea, doesn't he??
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