'Fraidy Cat

My mum inherited my sister's youngest cat, Captain Jack Sparrow.  He was peeing on everything (including the bed, right next to where I was asleep at the time!) and Jen couldn't take it any more.  So she shipped him off to mum's. 

Luckily, he hasn't been peeing on anything he shouldn't.  But he is the most scaredy cat I've ever known.  He runs if you even shift in your seat.  He's mental.  He'll play occasionally, and he will sometimes sit on the sofa near me.  And very rarely he won't startle and bolt if I move.  But mostly, he's a big ole chicken. 

Bwok bwok!

Pin-Up Cat

She really thinks she's something. 

Not a Morning Cat

I feel your pain, Patchoule. 

You've Got To Be Kidding Me

This greeted me when I got up.  I cleaned the litter box last night, for crying out loud.  I could pretty well throttle them just now...

Cozy

This doesn't happen too often.  They get along okay, but they don't usually get all cuddly-- so I had to grab the photo when it happened.  Sweet boys... when they're calm.  ;)

Weirdo

Brodie has been waking me up in the wee hours of the morning, because this is where he loves to hang out.  In, on, around the tub-- which often means rolling and playing and fighting with Dill, which is LOUD.  He's a strange cat, that one. 

Part of the Furniture

Brodie has definitely made himself at home, and is most likely to knock things over by settling into the most inconvenient places... but we love him anyway.  =)

Guard Cat

I swear, Brodie is the weirdest cat ever.  Or maybe, second ever.  Or.. well... he's pretty weird.  He plops himself down in the most bizarre places-- like the middle of the drafty kitchen floor, or the bathtub, or in front of the door.  Honestly.  No one's getting through with that fat cat there! 

Keeping An Eye Out...

Goblin died.  Kenny cleaned the tank, and he only lasted a day.  Poor Goblin.  He killed his way to being the only fish left, and then he bit the dust.  Sad times. 

Kenny got more fish, though.  Mollies this time, and six of them.  They don't have names yet... but Brodie is keeping a close watch on them.  He hasn't figured out yet that he can't get at them.  It's pretty funny. 

They are fun to watch, though.  The fish.  They're quick. 

Brodie Strikes Again

This cat is a menace!  Everytime I turn around, he's knocked something over or broken something or mangled something.  Seriously.  I'm not sure if he's just clumsy, or if he doesn't realise how big he is.  Today I came out to the kitchen to find this on the floor:

Seriously, cat.  You're lucky you're so cute. 

Settling In?

They aren't best friends yet, but at least they'll both be in the same room now...

Wary

We adopted a new cat today.  His name is Brodie, he's three and a big ole ginger.  He's also a big chicken so far.  As for Dillon, he's not too sure about this new guy...

My Shadow

I seriously can't get rid of him.  No matter how I position myself, he finds a cranny to nestle into.  No matter how many times I push him off, he comes back. 

I don't mind if he's just sleeping or being calm... but he often feels the need to assert himself, or pull himself into a better position, or stretch-- all of which include his claws.  Long, sharp, nasty claws.  And then there's his personal grooming... *shudder*.  I can't stand the sound of his licking and sucking on himself, not to mention his really bad breath.  But he won't stop, and even when I push him off, he comes back.  You'd think he'd learn, but nooooo. 

Right now, though, he's just calm.  And keeping my feet warm.  So I won't complain... yet. 

If I Weren't a Good Person...

I would totally have kicked that damn cat.  I came out of my room this morning to find this:

Oh my life.  That is just not on, Dill.  No more packets of gooey food for you.  Nope, dry food and water.  That's it. 

Ugh.  I gagged cleaning this up.  It's a good thing I hadn't had my breakfast yet, but ugh.  Ugh.  Gross. 

An Open Letter to This Dang Cat

Dear Dillinger,

I realise you are named after an outlaw.  A dangerous outlaw, who didn't hesitate to hurt people.  However, you are not an outlaw.  And you are not allowed to hurt people whenever you want.  Yet you seem to think that's okay.  If you want to continue snuggling up next to me, in my lap, or anywhere near me, you need to put away the sharp objects.  Otherwise, I'll have to banish you. 

Thanks,
Amie

Make Yourself at Home

Paige is in town, and staying at my flat (yay!).  She doesn't want to fall out of my loft bed, so she's putting up with Dillweed in the lounge.  I show people where stuff is, and am always happy to answer questions or help, but I expect them to just make themselves at home. 

I didn't mean that for you, Dillon.  That's my pillow!  Oh well. 

Okay, I'm Ready...

where are we going?

Kenny and I both cracked up at Dillbert, hopping into Kenny's laptop bag.  I guess he could be a fashion accessory, like all those tiny yappy dogs in rich girls' purses.  If Kenny wanted to carry him around in a man-purse, that is.  =)

Playful

Often annoying, as well.  But entertaining when he starts chasing reflections and climbing the doors.  Literally.