My cats are weird. I suppose that not really a surprise, but last night I couldn't sleep. I was surrounded by cats ans we watched TV together.
They liked the Cosby show, VH1 Soul, Pure Country, and even Big Joe's Polka show, but drew the line when it came to the P.Diddy hour on one of the many MTVs. I should have, but I was intrigued. They yawned and then stomped off in protest.
I wanted to get a picture of Obi Wan, but she's black and it was pitch dark. Not ideal phone camera picture conditions. She was on her side with all four of her paws in the air. She sat like that for over an hour. How weird is that?
The cats are doing well and I have photographic evidence. They are not entirely sure what to do about my ever expanding tummy. Obi Wan sits on my legs and look at me. It's as if she's saying "Where's my lap?"
Quinn has always been more of a next to me cat than an on top of me cat, and so he's not really paying much attention.
Bella has decided that the best attention option is to climb on top of my belly with her legs in my lap and her front paws near or on my chest. This is optimal for petting and getting they eye crud off. She likes it when I scratch her nose the best.