Gratuitous Bosco Looking Cute Pictures & A Quote I Like

Warning: Cat Blogging.















"Never underestimate the value of doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can't hear, and not bothering."

-Winnie The Pooh

Cutting the cats' nails

Warning: This post includes Cat Blogging and Proud Owner Being Dull About Cute Acts.

The Boi cut the cat's claws tonight.

This is my take on the events:

Nutty: Hiss; Bugger off! I like long nails!

Much like me; I like my nails long and hate cutting them. We are also both fastidious about them being clean.

Bosco: Hiss; She objected I should! Rowr! Oh woe is me; how could you! *Playful attempt to disembowel Boi and claw out eyes.*

Two hours later;

Her; still ignoring us.

Him; Sitting on paws, which he never does. Also very responsive to pats from the Boi.

I must admit I respect Nutty's stubbornness more than Bosco's pat slutting.

We really should get them a scratching post to save the furniture and the cat fights.

My Fur Children; Warning - Cat Blogging.

This is Nutbag and this is Bosco.

Nutbag (Left) was the Boi's before we met; he called her that as he thought it would be what he'd refer to her as most often. She gets Pusscat Magillicatty more often then anything else.

Bosco (Above) was abandoned by neighbours of a friend who couldn't have anymore cats at their place; so he came with name attached. He's the One Cat we are "saving" at the moment. If we hadn't taken him in he probably would of ended up at the RSPCA and euthanized. Bosco shows signs of previous abuse but is slowly coming around to us; as long as we don't touch his stomach he's fine. He gets Orange Boi more often then Bosco.

OK, so way TMI on the cats. Why? We spent the day surrounded by small children with some people making comments about "when will you be having kids" to other couples in front of us. Seriously; when will people accept not everyone wants kids or can have them? So instead of ranting unfairly about "breeders" I'll just quietly post about the cats. Once again down part of mood cycle; results in biased rants that disregard anything other than my own current preoccupation with having a child of my own.