Their Kittinessesses

Some time ago Seiding clamored for kitty pictures. Allow me to make introductions. Everybody, this is Teddy, Teddy Weil. Teddy is my cat. Teddy, this is everybody. Teddy is a hard-working, hard sleeping cat. Here he is hard at work, sleeping hard. Please excuse him because he didn't have the energy to properly curl his tail or tuck his ass in. Give him 3 or more hours and the rest of his body will have followed his ass down that unpillowed abyss on the left. I will have failed to get that picture, because I, too, have work to do.

In this picture Teddy is just daring me to even try to wear those plaid capri pants. What? They look cute with the right top!

I am not the only lady in the house. OK, I am not the lady in the house. The lady is Musette. (Her moustaches gave me to know she was French.)

Oh, how delicate! How dainty! How lovely! (One day I'll get a decent picture of her pretty green eyes.) How gentle! Never does she settle down next to you without a tender little pat on the arm. How sweet!

Wait. Is that a touch, just a tiny little . . . stick, of claw? Aw, hey, she didn't mean to do that. Claws is heavy responsibilities sometimes. Claws is hard to put away. Claws is a little fun. Claws is really fun. Claws does need stretching, you know.