The very first cat blogging Friday of 2022 is upon us, and today Hilbert gets center stage. We haven't been outside much lately since Charlie can't join us there, and Hilbert doesn't go out very often either now that he can't follow Hopper out to see what she's up to. But on Thursday we went outside and it was just like old times. Hilbert led us out to the front lawn, where he rolled around deliriously in the sunshine. It's been months since he's done that, though that's probably because neither Marian nor I have gone out to play with him.
Anyway, a good time was had by all—except for Charlie, who watched us through the window and squealed at us. Sorry Charlie!
This picture was taken in the backyard, shortly before all the fun began.
Why can't Charlie go out? Is he waiting for vaccinations?
That's what I want to know, too!
And my reply to your reply to Kevin's reply also had my name bolded. I suspect this one will not as it is a reply to a comment where the user name is not bolded.
He's too young! We don't trust him. In a few months he'll be allowed out.
Oh, OK. Thanks.
I wonder if the bold font used for your user name in that comment stemmed from it being a reply to Kevin's, as his name appears in bold, ostensibly because he is the post author.
I trust he at least got some Starkist for his tribulations?
Now I miss Charlie Tuna.
Well, I, too, went outside yesterday, and rolled around in the yard, deliriously in the sunshine, and then I died in the 12 below windchill.
Hilbert is an example to us all.
That sweet, innocent-looking Charlie is a troublemaker? I would trust him, & Hilbert would probably help keep him in line.
I was looking up a French artist, Jacques Lehman Nam who specialized in drawing cats:
https://www.thegreatcat.org/the-cat-in-art-and-photos-2/cats-in-art-20th-century/jacques-lehmann-nam-1881-1974-french/
I think the entire web site would be of interest to Kevin and his many cat loving readers.
“….. Charlie, who watched us through the window and squealed at us. ”
Ahhhh the cry of the complaining wild urban feline. I know it so well. … So well. ……. So so well. ….. shhhhh maybe I shouldn’t say this out loud, but sometimes I hear it in my dreams. And then I wake up to find my pretty, tiny black elderly kitty on my face, reminding me that the food bowl is only 9/10th full.
Hah! You're lucky your elderly black kitty is tiny! Mine ain't so tiny. (She's not particularly fat, just big.) She doesn't sit on my face, she head butts me over and over and over again.
Trying to knock some sense into you.
https://www.washingtonpost.com/home/2022/01/08/cats-took-vitamix-hostage/
Jessica put the hefty box down on the floor in the kitchen, just for a second. Her 4-year-old tuxedo cat, Max, otherwise known as the “sentient soccer ball,” jumped up on the box. Jessica thought it was funny and snapped a photo.
Then Max’s 13-year-old feline siblings, George: Destroyer of Worlds (“sentient potato”) and Lando Calrissian (“the questionably sentient dust bunny,”), demanded their turn on the knee-high box.
That was three weeks ago. Since then, the cats have refused to leave the box, fighting over who gets to perch upon it and taking turns standing guard while the others eat or are busy elsewhere. The blender remains ensconced inside.
When the day comes that cats are able to speak our language, what they say still won’t make sense to us.
My cat, Charles, is an excellent research assistant. He tells me when it is time to take a break and refresh my mind.
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