the one about a dorky Christmas picture

OK. Don't think that I am a total nerd.... but look at this funny picture of my spoiled rotten cat, Skeet. He is so funny, and grouchy, and old and morbidly obese, but I love him to death!

the one about Bob

Everybody knows what suckers we are when it comes to cats.

Well, here is the newest member of out family. Bob. Let me just tell you about him.

Cons: He is filthy. He stinks like pee. When he comes inside, he makes my whole house smell like pee. He is kind of mean (but getting better). He has a totally deformed, short tale (hence, the name Bob). He has 7 toes of each of his front feet. He is a pig. He has the most awful loud yowl. And he isn't very cute.

Pros: He stays outside 98% of the time. Sometimes we don't see him for days. He has a few extras.... such as toes and possibly chromosomes (I am digging deep for pros!). My other cats don't hate him. He doesn't pee on my floor or my bed.

So right in the middle of winter, Bob starting hanging around my back porch. I noticed him outside for a few days in a row and I was worried about him so I fed him. Then he just kept coming back for more. Imagine that. I tired to pet him a couple of times and he tried to bite me. Then we wouldn't see him for a few days. He kept coming around and my cats starting playing with him outside. Then we wouldn't see him for a few days. We tried petting him more and he started being nicer. Then we wouldn't see him for a few days. One night, Brett decided to let him in. Then we wouldn't see him for a few days. This has been going on for a few months now. Each time he comes in, he gets more and more comfortable and less and less nervous. We think he had to have been someones pet because he is quite friendly now that he is used to us and he seemed well fed. We have no idea where he came from or where he belongs, but as of last night, he thinks he belongs right here. We finally had to carry him outside last night because he wouldn't leave. He stunk so bad we couldn't stand him being inside anymore, and he is still a little unpredictable. Anyway, he is funny, and we kind of like him. Look at how weird his feet are. When he walks, it seriously looks like he is wearing mittens. It is like he has big thumbs. It is so funny!
And this picture cracks me up because this is Skeet's favorite place in the whole house and he is MAD that Bob is laying there. Well that is the latest report from the crazy cat lady!!!

the one about Orange

Orange is our cat. We got him when Quayd was 3. It was right before Halloween. Quayd was trying to chose the perfect name for the new kitten, and he finally decided on "Orange." Makes sense, I guess. Well, I don't mean to be rude, but seriously.... Orange is about the stupidest animal you have ever seen. We love him to death, but oh my gosh. STUPID!!! He really is a good cat, though, and I am super glad we have him. He gives our other cat, Skeet (aka; My precious baby!!!), company. And he also gives Quayd a lot of love and companionship. Now for the real reason for this post. Lately, I have noticed Orange doing the strangest thing. I can't believe it, but I finally caught it on video this morning. He sits in my front window and when he sees a bird outside, he does this weird clicking thing with is tongue. He does it all of the time. It is so bizarre. Don't worry, the video is short! I know that you probably don't really care that much about what my idiotic cat does, so don't feel obligated to watch!

He did it for like 30 minutes straight this morning. But then all of a sudden, he got tired, and fell asleep.

Here he is with Skeet a few days ago. They were giving each other a bath. Isn't that precious! Ok, I will quit boring you with my dumb cat stuff. I really am not a crazy cat lady or anything. Really.