1) how the Hobe dug his claws into the couch the second you tried to pick him up. Snerk.
2) Little Joe going "mee" (I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED to hear Little Joe go "mee"!!!)
3) I'm with Maria on the "readying… hut… hut… LIFT!" HEE! Poor "Little" Joe…
4) The way as soon as you let them go, Hobey runs for the hills, but Joe is looking at you all "…Yes? You… wanted something? Hi?" Awwww.

Tee hee. Also, your apartment is super cute.

@ Krissa – Yep, one set of EVIL LASERS at a time. At one point they were looking at each other like, "Yeah, I don't know either," but the camera was re-setting and we missed that one. They look a lot more evil than they really are. (I, on the other hand…)

Both of them are adoptees who have owned me for 10 years now. I had lost my black cat Rosie to premature kidney failure about six months previously, and went to the shelter thinking a Siamese might be nice because I had written one into my spoof romance novel… I found Sara cuddling in a box with Herky and a black cat, took that as a sign, and took the two of them home (couldn't have three, and it was way too soon for another black cat.) I am often a little ashamed at having picked such gorgeous cats instead of seeking out funny-looking ones, but she wasn't spayed and both have their claws, and both had been there a while, so they needed somebody, too. They adore each other and me (and the wrangler and the photographer,) and are just absolutely lovely cats.

(For the record, he's very dignified and magnificently drama-kingish, but has the teeny chirpy Maine Coon voice, which is hilarious. I usually hold him so he's supported by and looking back over my shoulder. She's got the loud naggy Siamese thing going on, and loves to flop up against you, look up into your eyes, and start purring like a freight train. She puts up with being held in my arms like a baby.)

Thanks for letting me show off my cats. :-)

@Meltina: I had one of those grey kitties! Well, actually, grey with stripes. Like Little Joe. She was totally NOT aloof, but she expected to be carried like a baby. Everywhere. All the time. I got really, REALLY good at doing things with one arm/one hand while cradling her on her back in my other arm, because if I DIDN'T, she'd swarm up me. Girl was going to be HELD, Mommy! I miss her every day. *sigh* I do have a kitty who stands on the soft and owie parts. He's a little less with the "cradle me, Mommy!" and a little more with the "la de da, just stroooolling around the shoulders, standing on the elbow of the outstretched arm, la de da." He will also swarm straight up me if I neglect to pick him up within ten seconds. I'm planning to teach him to say "Pieces of eight!" while he perches on my elbow. A fifteen-pound cat standing on your elbow, pretending to be a parrot, does wonders for the biceps.

The grey one (i.e., chief rascal #2) is aloof and distant most of the time, unless you are sleeping in which case she picks your soft and most uncomfortable spot and sleeps on top of it to make sure your sleep is never restful, but you pick her up and hold her, and she's like putty. She's all like "Oh, mommy! Mommy, please hold me some more!". You can cradle her like a baby, and she'll just love the hell out of it. It's probably because we got her as a tiny tiny creature, and that's how my husband used to do to get her to stop climbing on him.

hee. Just kidding. Your cats are so pretty, though!

(A few solo shots of the cats start the album.)

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