My lot aren't so subtle as Hobbes. They come and get me. As I type one is sitting on my foot while the other is chorusing away:) If I stand up they run ahead of me to the door in the hopes I'll let them out. Fat chance. It's raining. No wet cats for me:)
Our cats have us well trained. Frankie just sits quietly in front of the window until I open the blinds - usually I apologize for making her wait...She paces in front of the front door until I open it so she can look out through the storm door. BB sorts doesn't care about outside. He obviously spent some time on the streets and now avoids outside in almost any format. He'd rather watch television.
Thats too funny, Lin. Honestly Hobbes looks like he could get out without you - like you might look away and then look back and he'd be halfway through the parade already.
You know what I mean? I had a cat who would go onto the bathroom sink and turn on the faucet for a drink I bet he can jump and open the door.
He does have a very demanding presence about him! Geez!
So it's official: I won't be able to participate in the book discussion. We've got dinner plans with Mike's parents tomorrow night (they'll be in town until mid next week). And I still haven't quite finished....eh. Are we doing one next month? Have you finished it yet?
He's just looking at you with those eyes that say how much he loves his mom! Or is it actually how much he'd love his mom to get up and let him outside? Either way he is so cute and love that stripey goodness!
Melodie--This one is "Open the door. OPEN the DOOR."
Jodi--Please, do not encourage him, Jodi.
Jennifer--I can't wait for the doors to be open so he can just use the cat door. This is exhausting.
Mary Ann--Oh, he comes to get me too. And he yells...a LOT. He is very persuasive.
Grace--Isn't it funny how we are totally at their command? And they don't have to say a word. Sheesh.
Highway--You got it, Highway!! EXACTLY. Ugh.
Anne--No kidding! And he doesn't even have to utter a word--we just do what they want.
Tracy--If he had thumbs, homeboy would be opening the door. He can't wait for free access to the cat door. yeah....me too.
Nancy--He just GLARES at me like this when I am on the computer. Sheesh. BUMMER about you missing the book chat. :( Maybe you can join us next month.
Fran's Dad--And they are LOUD words--very loud. Ugh.
Daisy--Please do not encourage him.
Rebecca--Oh, this went on For.ever. And when I tell him "no" he lays on the floor and mews loudly. It's quite the drama!
Ann--Oh, please, NO!!
Beaded Tail--It's "OUTSIDE!". And if I tell him "no", he lays on his back and kicks the door with his feet. Sigh.
Ratty--He's a goof, Ratty. A total goof.
Lola--They do love outside. I had a vet who would chastise me at every opportunity for letting them out, but with the kids, that wasn't realistic. I would drive myself crazy with trying to keep them in. We only let them out when I'm home to keep tabs on them. I think it is a good compromise. dingski--hahaha!
Hobbes, that is the way to do it. Just sit there and stare until you get what you want. The orange kitty in the picture with Lucky, the gray and white one at our blog, had a very serious operation on her hind leg and was going to be put to sleep since no one wanted her and so our Mom took her. Thanks for asking. Margs Pets.
I just think life is more fun if we notice the little stuff and laugh...a LOT. I'm lucky to live with a family who humors me, joins in the fun and tolerates me most days.
I have a wee house and yard, but it is loaded with adventures. There isn't a backyard pond owner out there who has more stories about her frogs, snails, fish than me. And I don't even make this stuff up!
I'm glad you are here to laugh with me. Welcome, pallies!
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It's like he's staring you down. "You will succumb to my will silly human"
oh, yes.
Sammy gets this look when it's time for dinner! He seems to say: get up off the couch and feed me NOW.
Feed me...you will feed me..then scratch me..then feed me...
Slap on a bonnet and Hobbes can have an Easter parade [around the house]. hehehe
Sounds just like Pumpkin... in and out, in and out. Love that photo!
My lot aren't so subtle as Hobbes. They come and get me. As I type one is sitting on my foot while the other is chorusing away:) If I stand up they run ahead of me to the door in the hopes I'll let them out. Fat chance. It's raining. No wet cats for me:)
Our cats have us well trained. Frankie just sits quietly in front of the window until I open the blinds - usually I apologize for making her wait...She paces in front of the front door until I open it so she can look out through the storm door. BB sorts doesn't care about outside. He obviously spent some time on the streets and now avoids outside in almost any format. He'd rather watch television.
I see the "I want to go outside" look to be quickly followed by the "I want to come inside" yowl.
He is a cat. He doesn't even need to hypnotize you to do his bidding. Don't you realize, that is why you were put on this earth?
Thats too funny, Lin. Honestly Hobbes looks like he could get out without you - like you might look away and then look back and he'd be halfway through the parade already.
You know what I mean? I had a cat who would go onto the bathroom sink and turn on the faucet for a drink I bet he can jump and open the door.
Tracy
He does have a very demanding presence about him! Geez!
So it's official: I won't be able to participate in the book discussion. We've got dinner plans with Mike's parents tomorrow night (they'll be in town until mid next week). And I still haven't quite finished....eh. Are we doing one next month? Have you finished it yet?
ah yes...."a picture IS worth a thousand words" Fran's Dad
Hobbes, what is taking her so long to do your bidding?
Wow, he even had the nerve to continue to stare down even after you got the camera and took the photo!
Maybe I'll send Duke over and he can show Hobbes his routine for getting let out.
He's just looking at you with those eyes that say how much he loves his mom! Or is it actually how much he'd love his mom to get up and let him outside? Either way he is so cute and love that stripey goodness!
That's funny. And the map of the Hobbes parade in the other post makes it even funnier.
Too funny. Mine aren't outside cats, but you should see them perched by one of the living room window...looking longingly outside.
Lola's Diner
My word verification was "dingski". Lol!
blueyes--Yep. And "Just open the damn door."
Vanilla--Were you mesmerized??
Duni--Isn't that funny how they do that??!
Melodie--This one is "Open the door. OPEN the DOOR."
Jodi--Please, do not encourage him, Jodi.
Jennifer--I can't wait for the doors to be open so he can just use the cat door. This is exhausting.
Mary Ann--Oh, he comes to get me too. And he yells...a LOT. He is very persuasive.
Grace--Isn't it funny how we are totally at their command? And they don't have to say a word. Sheesh.
Highway--You got it, Highway!! EXACTLY. Ugh.
Anne--No kidding! And he doesn't even have to utter a word--we just do what they want.
Tracy--If he had thumbs, homeboy would be opening the door. He can't wait for free access to the cat door. yeah....me too.
Nancy--He just GLARES at me like this when I am on the computer. Sheesh. BUMMER about you missing the book chat. :( Maybe you can join us next month.
Fran's Dad--And they are LOUD words--very loud. Ugh.
Daisy--Please do not encourage him.
Rebecca--Oh, this went on For.ever. And when I tell him "no" he lays on the floor and mews loudly. It's quite the drama!
Ann--Oh, please, NO!!
Beaded Tail--It's "OUTSIDE!". And if I tell him "no", he lays on his back and kicks the door with his feet. Sigh.
Ratty--He's a goof, Ratty. A total goof.
Lola--They do love outside. I had a vet who would chastise me at every opportunity for letting them out, but with the kids, that wasn't realistic. I would drive myself crazy with trying to keep them in. We only let them out when I'm home to keep tabs on them. I think it is a good compromise. dingski--hahaha!
Hobbes, that is the way to do it. Just sit there and stare until you get what you want.
The orange kitty in the picture with Lucky, the gray and white one at our blog, had a very serious operation on her hind leg and was going to be put to sleep since no one wanted her and so our Mom took her. Thanks for asking. Margs Pets.
There's truly something mystic about a kitty's eyes isn't there??
xo Catherine
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