Monster Cat: Monster Cranky
Categories: Cats, comics, Monster Cat
That’s right… Monster Cranky! Every once in a while Tennyson decides to go into hiding/hibernation for a day or so. It’s all quite normal and feline I’m sure: long naps, a certain anti-socialness, some seriously annoyed looks whenever anyone disturbs him. And, since he’s a cat, he gets away with it and keeps looking cute while doing it.
Me, I get cranky and people bug me by trying to cheer me up or placate me. This is even more annoying than being bugged in the middle of a cat nap. It’s good to be the cat.
So after a day of napping and avoiding me, Monster Cat is back today. He’s been whining for toy time, tromping ALL over my desk (pausing wherever I’m focusing while I try to do work), and generally making a needy nuisance of himself. Good thing he’s cute… and good that I’m not running any conference calls. The kitty whines in the background would assuredly get me reported to the ASPCA for neglect… because you know my cat gets no attention at all. Ever.
In other Monster News, the new favorite toy is starting to show some significant signs of wear. The fuzzy covering is starting to come apart at the seams and the decorative feathers of fun are almost gone. We may have to venture over to the pet store for a new toy soon. Of course, in the pet store lies serious danger: Kittens. OMG KITTENS! Kittens to melt your heart and make you say things like, “Oh, we should totally get all 3 of those little guys!” Right. Because Evil cat would put up with that so well. We barely escaped with our lives the last time we went to the pet store!
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tags: cats, comics, cranky, monster cat, tennyson
January 24th, 2008 at 10:44 am
That is so true about the dangers of the pet store… I walked into Petsmart the other day to get bedding for my parrot’s cage, and treats for him…naturally avoiding the cat adoption section…then this tubby tabby caught my eye… because the cat adoption section was at the end of one of the aisles and a man and his young daughter were perusing the selection. SNAGGED. I tried to convince hubby that a third cat would not be a problem… especially when my parrot passes away (planning ahead - he’s 13 years old and likely to turn 18 but if hubs agrees to that, it’s not a far stretch to get it to “well honey, the bird’s almost expired” although that dangerous suggestion may provoke untold amounts of Monty Pythonese references…but i digress) So tubby tabby was HUGENORMOUS with BIG adorable yellowish eyes and I wanted to pet him sooo badly but that is the biggest danger. The danger lies in the fact that hubby’s response has been “3rd cat, or me, you choose” LOL Oh he underestimates the power of cat cuteness…. :) sorry for the babble i just got so inspired, great work here - Chrissy
January 24th, 2008 at 10:56 am
Hmm… the hubby probably has better practical applications than the kitten, but the 3rd cat is a tempting choice. ;)
Yes, it’s key not to pat them or bond with them in any way! Because if you do, you’re DOOOOOMED! DOOOOOOOOMED!