In honor of the upcoming Abbott-TT reunion, I'm posting one from the archives. Abbott and TT happen to be littermates, and I think that gives them a special bond. Sometimes, when the mood strikes, they'll pile on top of each other like this:
Aside from the fact that Abbott is twice her size, you can barely tell them apart.
Andre and TT have only one more day together, before they are separated for a few months due to Mr. Boo's employment logistics (I keep Andre, Ms. Boo will oversee the TT-Abbott-Ooma reunion). So it's nice that after living together alone for a few months, they have finally reached a detente where they can fall asleep within inches of each other. Today's a lazy Friday afternoon, and nothing better for it than to curl up in a circular fashion on the bed.
Apparently, mirror symmetry is all the rage in the cat world these days.
I took this nice picture, and even though Monday night catblogging is even less traditional than Tuesday night catblogging, I just had to put it up.
Don't you feel like Andre and TT are having complex thoughts about life at this moment? There's something almost philosophical about their gaze.
One consolation of Ms. Boo living far away in the Northern Mid-West is that we've been holding out great hope for Abbott to return to his Maine-Coon roots and become shaggy. Here's Abbott as recorded by Ms. Boo's camera phone shortly after she moved away in August.
And here's the shaggy little beast now.
I think it's working!
I realize that it is not Friday, the traditional day for catblogging. But while we've been away from the game for so long, the cats have continued to do blogworthy things at their typical pace. Therefore I've decided to start working on the backlog. Hence the unorthodox "Tuesday night" catblogging.
My cat TT (long story about her name, but suffice it to say that the proper spelling is either "TT" or "TD" and the pronunciation is "tee-dee") has decided that with Ms. Boo living in another state temporarily, Mr. Boo shouldn't be sleeping alone. So she has begun the curious habit of working her way under the covers while I'm sleeping and curling up in a ball under the blanket next to my belly in the middle of the night. This morning, I got out of bed without disturbing her, and snapped these pictures. The first demonstrates how clever is her camouflage, that she is completely hidden under the covers.
For the second pic, I lifted the covers and snapped a shot. Apparently she was still sleepy, since after dropping the covers, she fell back asleep and hadn't gotten up when I left for work.
Andre's favorite thing to do is stand on the printer tower next to the computer desk while I'm working at the computer. This picture is pretty much typical from my point of view. We have this sort of master-slave relationship, where he cries and bumps his head against me until I pet him, and then when he's ready for me to stop he lets me know by either backing away or smacking my hand. Needless to say, Ms. Boo finds this endlessly amusing to watch.
You may remember from our last catblog post that ooma needs to slim her noble bulk down a bit. I have been very discipined about rationing them this week, with the result that every morning Abbot let me know that he is staaaaaarving. ooma is a rock, though. Very stoic. Last night I chased her down the hall (after she escaped from the apartment) to help her out with the whole "calories in vs. calories out" problem she has. I think she has retaliated by making sure her that her calories-out don't rise above a certain level. Today all she has done is this.
Actually, I think the fact that she can wedge herself in there like that is kinda cool.
For today's catblogging, I'm posting a picture of Ooma doing what she does best - looking very fat and happy. I was going to post a picture I took of her at the vet the other day, but this picture of her before we went to the vet is really more in keeping with her spirit. We somehow have to figure out how to slim her down. Our fear is that if we start feeding her less so that she gets down to a normal weight (12 lbs is the goal, she's currently almost 15), our less, um, robust cats will shrink away to nothing.
In keeping with the proud internet tradition of friday catblogging (thanks Kevin Drum), we offer up the following.
This is Abbott, freshly shaven. I got him whipped up into a good and rumbly frenzy by rubbing his belly. Now he's somewhat settled down, doing his best imitation of the stuffed bear.
Funny story about that shaving. I was out of town last week, and when I got on the plane he was enormous and fuzzy. When I got back home, he had miraculously shed all of his fur. Ms. Boo claims to have had nothing to do with it, and no knowledge of how this transpired. I'm still suspicious.
