Tagged with pats

Will Snuggle for Play

I woke up to the sound of kitty scratchin’s on the bedroom door this morning and since Cristian was getting up anyway, I told him to just let the damn cat in. What followed was the most shameless display of cutey cat pandering that ever I did see. I can tell when he’s sucking up … Continue reading

Double Standard

Ok, so Captain gets away with more stuff than Billy does and the reasons are twofold: 1) Captain doesn’t have any front claws, so when he “scratches” it does absolutely no damage. When Billy scratches with his dino-talons of steel, he shreds beyond repair. So yeah, logical double standard. 2) Captain does NOT listen to … Continue reading

Attack Cat Welcome Committee

Sunday night, as I was coming home from visiting two different catted households where I had indeed petted 2 other cats, I could not get into my house. The mister was out somewhere and it had just gotten dark enough for me to be slightly blind in front of my house with no lights on … Continue reading

Friendship On

I went to visit Madam McShedsalot last night for the last time before her humans come home and I think… yes, I’m pretty sure we’ve made up. It was all snuggles and love (and poops!) and everything is the way it should be. In fact, I got a full-leg face rub (with drool!) that ended … Continue reading

Wheezy Art Slide Show

I started this blog partly because I got laid off and had some time on my hands and partly to practice all sorts’a’ skills, one of which being digital illustration. I’m still learning but I heart my kitty pictures. Do me a favor and don’t steal them, cool?

The Winning Over of Fancy Feast Face

I went to my homeslice’s house yesterday for some KittyLove while the humans are vacationing. I did the food part and the poop part and then I went looking for Kittyface for some pats and snuggles. I’m going to stop right here and admit that I completely forget the cat’s name. And I’m sorry about … Continue reading

Mommy Responds Well to Bad Behavior

The very first night the Wheezyriders stayed in my house, Billy found a roll of thread (and it wasn’t on the floor, so he must have done some shelf-hopping), and batted it┬ánoisily around the floor until I woke up and gave him pats. Billy is no dummy. Since then, he’s always managed to find some … Continue reading

Enter My World, Human

The corner of the living room is Bill’s territory. That is well known amongst the housemates in Casa de los Wheezyriders. That is where his toys live, that is where he hides when he’s scared or stalking, and that is generally where he spends most of his chill time. Even when we have visitors and … Continue reading