Friday Cat Blogging: Leftovers

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Well, with a free Flickr account, as noted a couple of weeks ago, you only get so much photo space you can upload each month, and I exceeded mine back then. So I'm stuck with a last couple of as-yet-unposted photos of that sparkling duo of dynamic felines, Hooker and Simone . . .





Yup, here they are once again in "Family Size/Fun Size" comparison mode. This is the photo I meant to post two weeks back, and messed up and instead put up one I'd already posted.


And we finally got our books up on shelves earlier this year, so they don't have a favorite hangout anymore:





What always gets me about some of these photos is how dopey he looks, when he is a cat of above-average intelligence (which, as Berit would remind me, is still pretty stupid), while she looks all knowing and clever, and (sweet and loving as she is) she's dumb as a post. If there's even a thought in her head in that look at the camera, it would be just, "Mommy?"


But, yes, sweet. He's cuddled up with Berit in the other room, and she's next to me on the bed, purring and trying to hug my mouse-operating hand. Good cats.

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On the intelligence of cats:

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I think I had a post about this, but I had been having back trouble recently and was at home recuperating on the couch, and was on my back trying to pull my knee into a stretch. My cat jumped up on the back of the couch then, and gingerly stepped with his forepaws onto my leg, giving me the exact amount of counterweight I needed to really give it a good stretch.

But before I could get any delusions of him having secret healing instincts, the very next thing he did was to jump off the couch and try to hump a catnip toy.