Happy Friday! Can you believe it? No Dexter/Sophie snuggle photos this week! I wonder if they’re having a little spat. Here’s to hoping they make up soon so I can get more snuggle shots.
Here’s what the cats were up to this week!
Waiting Woodrow
Woodrow: Why isn’t he home yet?
Mama: Cat dad will be here soon.
Woodrow: My internal clock says he’s late.
Mama: I think your internal clock is early.
Woodrow: Drat! My batteries must be low.
Mama: If your batteries are low, you’d be running late.
Woodrow: Oh, they must be running high.
Mama: ∗sigh∗ Right, Woodrow. They must be running high.
#internalcatdadclock
Here’s Woodrow waiting patiently for cat dad to get home from work today. Woodrow spends most of his time upstairs in my office each day, but he knows when it’s time to head down and wait for Ross right by the front door. Do your cats do this?
Poor Harley
Mama: Still feeling sorry for yourself?
Harley: Mama, I was soaking wet. Soaking!
Mama: That’s a bit of a stretch. And it was your fault for moving.
Harley: I’d eaten all of my tube treat, so fluid time should’ve been over.
Mama: You always finish your treat before we’re done.
Harley: Well, let this teach you that I should get two tube treats during fluids.
Mama: Or, let this teach you to stay put.
Harley: Lesson not learned, Mama! I do what I want!
#poorpoorharley
This handsome fella is feeling sorry for himself. During his sub-q fluids this morning (for his chronic kidney disease), Harley got a little excited and the needle popped out. He got a bit wet before I could shut off the fluids. This is the first time it’s happened since we started administering fluids several months ago. He’s usually very calm and easy to handle. I guess he just wanted to remind us who’s in charge.
Hopeless
Sophie: Mama, do you think I’ll ever find my purse?
Mama: Which one? Because the little one Lexy and Lola gave you is right behind you.
Sophie: Where?
Mama: Behind you.
Sophie: I looked there.
Mama: It’s right behind you!
Sophie: I don’t see it.
Mama: ∗sigh∗ No, I don’t think you’ll ever find your purse.
Sophie: Let’s look together, Mama. I need to find it before that chicken leg goes bad.
#thecaseofthemissingpurse
Nope!
Mama: Can I put this blanket away?
Dexter: You may not.
#blanketlover
Scat Fight
Harley: Pow!
Woodrow: Zing!
Harley: Bam!
Woodrow: Bop-a-rooni, a bee-bop-boop! Skwee-dee-du-wop!
Harley: …
Woodrow: What?
#scatfight
Not So Wordless
Olive: Mama, I’m not feeling very chatty today. How about we just post a #WordlessWednesday photo?
Mama: Okay, I’ll do that.
Olive: But be sure to tell everyone I say hello.
Mama: Then it won’t be wordless.
Olive: Maybe just wave at them?
Mama: Um, okay.
Olive: And tell them I love them. But no words, Mama!
Mama: Sure.
Olive: 👋❤️
Mama: 🤷♀️
#WordyWednesday
Proud Pouch Kitty
Mama: What are you doing on the table?
Sophie: I’m celebrating! It’s Primordial Pouch Thursday!
Mama: Is that a thing?
Sophie: It is now! Come on, Mama. Let’s celebrate our pouches!
Mama: I don’t have a pouch!
Sophie: …
Mama: Well, at least not a primordial pouch.
#primordialpouchthursday #itsathingnow
Bonus Friday Photos
This is how I know when it’s time for their evening snack. Woodrow was just out of view of the camera by Olive.
Have a wonderful weekend!
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Oh Harley sorry you had a little whoopsie when you were getting your fluids…..the impawtant thing is you DID get them AND your tube treat in the end. Sophie’s endless purse saga – purrrhaps she needs a “shoulder bag” so it’s on her all the time? HAHA Everyone else looks happy and comfy and prepared for the weekend. Never a dull moment.
Hugs, Pam and Teddy too
to be soaking wet is like a nuclear meltdown… and to say don’t jump wet in the bed is not what we want to hear…
Oh, Harley. You’re very lucky you have such a good, watchful mama! Some cats — I’m not saying who — might have had to lie in a puddle when their human forgot and the needle popped out. (I have a little giggle every time I remember that Harley is, technically, a “junior associate”.)
He doesn’t like to bring up that he’s a junior associate. But he’s glad it makes you giggle.
I love your conversations. Your cats are so refined. My cats’ conversations would have to be edited. They can get snarky.
scatfight…ROFLOL!!!
guyz…how much iz de stairz toll ther !!!! :) & woodrow…..dood…dad iz late coz we can kleer lee see de clox readz 5 10 which iz 8 10 in trout towne time ore 10 10 across de big pond ore all reddy caturday down under…..
;) ♥♥
Blankets in use should not be put away! Cats don’t need mechanical clocks to tell them what time it is!
Harley, your fluids just needed to come flying out at you, didn’t they. Those fluids have a mind of their own. Treat time is a staring contest in this household. Treats are given and everyone leaves me. Traitors!
Jean
I want to squeeze that pouch Sophie!!! Adorable!
Haha, I do that to her all the time. :-)
Such great convos this week! We hope you didn’t have to wait too long for your CatDaddy, Woodrow.
I used to wait by the door for Pop now I’m lucky I glance up from the igloo. White cats are kinda … dumb, aren’t they. MOL! TW used to have one. We don’t talk about her.
You have a lovely soft and fluffy looking primordial pouch, Sophie.
Very impressive pouch, Sophie! And you made me MOL with your latest purse story!
Love the photos and those chats…yes, poor Harley fur sure!
Nice to see all you cuties. Sorry you got wet Harley. That is a great idea to give a treat during fluids- I wish we had thought of that when Prancie was getting them twice a day. Good job holding that blanket down Dexter. And Sophie- I love your pouch :) Have a great weekend! XO
We love your chats, and scat fight made us MOL ! Purrs
What an interesting week – MOL! I love the primordial pouch.
That’s so sweet that Woodrow waits for Ross. Ava does the same for me. :)