My cats are such peculiar little furballs.
In case there is any doubt, I have evidence to support this claim.
Mr. Gus thoroughly enjoys an evening under my clothes drying rack. He prefers the clothes to be damp. If they are too wet and there is a possibility of a drip, he won’t go near the drying rack. If the clothes are dry, he has no interest. I don’t know what this means, but I’m sure he’s trying to tell me something with this behavior.
In the event that clothes have been dried in the dryer and are still nice and warm and piled in a chair ready to be folded, Gus is happy to keep them from floating away.
Turns out that towels, sheets and sweatpants make a terrific cat nest.
Don’t look at me like that.
Gus really loves sheets because they make him invisible.
“I wonder what she’s looking at.”
While Gus prefers linens, Scarlett prefers cardboard. I have bought 2 new cat beds for these punks and I think they’ve barely noticed. I put this cardboard box on the floor and it took Scarlett all of 13 seconds to park herself in it.
It’s a snug fit, but she wasn’t about to let that stop her from cramming her portly self into that box.
My little hooligans watching birds on the deck. This is more normal cat behavior.
I love this picture of Gus. He’s so cute and innocent. His sister, on the other hand, who is conspicuously missing from her usual spot by the window, is most likely on the kitchen counter trying to eat Gus’s food while I take a picture of Gus. That darn cat.
Y’all hurry back,