Fibermania

Family Portrait

I got an email yesterday that said they liked the pictures on my sidebar of my family and friends but, "Why don't you have any of your lazy bum cats?"

Besides the fact that they don't have a blog, I guess because

I have a hard time getting them to smile.

Jet always looks pissed.

And mostly he is. He is fading fast and is all skin and bones. We keep telling him that this is his last summer, or fall or winter and now this is his last spring. But he is too ornery to die. He has kitty alzheimer's and forgets to eat and more recently the location of the litter box. He hasn't groomed himself since last Halloween, and his breath would melt plastic. This makes him less than desirable to be near. Still he hangs on. I pet him and tell him we'll miss him when he's gone, but he won't take the hint.

Lights on Nobody Home

Popeye his younger brother (our only natural born child, but that's another story) is waiting in the wings to be top cat around here. He is way on the dumb side, having been dropped on his head as a kitten. He mostly has one talent. EATING.

We wonder what will happen when he is the only cat. He weighs so much that when he tries to jump up on the bed or the couch it takes several attempts before he is successful. Sometimes he just gives up as the humiliation is too great. He needs one of those pet staircase things they advertise on TV. But really we don't want him on the bed with us, as he takes up so much room and snores too loud. And wherever he lays, he leaves a load of fur behind. If he sits on your lap, don't adjust your legs or his claws come out, in a vain attempt to balance his voluminous weight. Popeye will have no kitty memories to look back on. He slept through everything.

That damn bird, Mr. Cardinal woke up at 4 again today. So did we.