Quick cat update

Yeah, trying to keep this less wordy than yesterday because I'd like to get a bit of drawing done yet this morning. So. First off, there's this:

 Apparently it's not an unusual occurrence for Bob the Belly. It's certainly an... interesting look, though.

And below you'll see his brother. If Tom looks like he's saying take the shot already, that's because he pretty much is. Tom has less patience for the camera than Bob does to begin with (I haven't quite decided whether it's because of the beeping sound or the flash. Maybe I should try putting it on mute and seeing what happens), but this photo took longer than usual because I'd just come in from taking yard pictures and had the wide angle lens that I use as a macro on the camera. Hard shot to line up, then, and it ended up a bit fuzzy in the end anyway. I'm surprised that he stayed still for so long. That's not at all normal for Tom.

Speaking of which, the cats accidentally ended up with new nicknames today which probably won't get used but which I find kind of funny. Early this morning Tom was tearing around like he usually does, and I made the comment to Dad that I thought his cat was on speed. TOTALLY JOKING OF COURSE, she says before some clueless animal rights idiot stumbles upon this and self-righteously tells all of her (generally a her, unfortunately) clueless friends that something has to be done about these people who are giving drugs to a helpless cat.

Um, anyway.

The though of Tom on amphetamines naturally had us wondering what mellow Bob must be taking. With his chilled-out personality it could only be marijuana, right? He's very much whatever, bro. The kind of cat that would be good for therapy in a hospital or nursing home, I think. Nothing really phases him.

So there you have it. My dad's cats, Weed and Speed.





Blogging may (she says extremely tentatively) happen a bit this week, unlike the last couple. And of course now I've doomed myself to be incredibly busy and not even get my own work done, let alone lunchtime blathering.

Sigh.



Way to go, Dee.

See you when I see you, I guess.