A little love for the orange and maroon
Submitted by Sarah D. Bunting on April 17, 2007 – 11:41 AM25 Comments
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My cat sleeps in the exact same position. I call it “The Scarlett O’Hara” pose – “Oh, the light it just too much for my eyes!”
Is it just me, or is it absolutely imperative to mess with a peacefully sleeping cat? I may have pushed him off my lap just moments before, but if he’s sweetly curled up, I suddenly must snorgle like mad.
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You go ahead and take a nap Hobey, you’ve had a long day!
He’s a perfect comma! That’s your cat for sure.
Awwwwwwwww. :-)
Aw.
Cat pictures never get old.
Awwwww. Go on, Hobe — shed some more. You can do it!
So bashful! It’s nice to finally see a picture of Hobe!
That’s funny! We call it “the world is too much” pose here. This is the face, or lack of face, we prefer. The other face is referred to as the “Norma Desmond” face….
Oh! What a cute kitty! I wish I were home with mine right now. Kitties are the best medicine.
mine stretches his front paws to cover his hind paws, then moves his neck around trying to find a confortable place for his head (usually somebody’s side or lap), looks up at you to signal he needs his head rubbed, and then drops off as soon as rubbing gets going. we’ve yet to take a picture of him sleeping that doesn’t feature human body parts nearby. =P
Oh wow! He looks just like my cat, Seth. Right down to the pose. Does he pick a particular friend of yours to chew on too?
He is too cute. We call that pose tragically sleepy. :) Thanks Sars!
Heqit: I know, right? That slipcover is maroon, usually, when it isn’t under a drift of cat hair.
Oh no, Dawn, in my house “tragically sleepy” is reserved for the nosy one who doesn’t like to sleep because she might miss something. She wants to stay awake but she struggles and struggles and just..Can’t…DO IT!
I call this pose “having a cold nose”. Dunno why so many cats sleep like this — mine do it even when sleeping at the heater, so it can’t be actual cold noses!
I assume that, immediately after the picture was taken, you were compelled to tickle the pink kitty toes? If not, for heaven’s sake, WHY?????????
Yeah, I have to sympathize re: shedding, Sars. My curtains were once a similar shade of maroon — until my black cat arrived and started shedding ALL over them. Now they’re…beige. Go figure. Hobey is Teh Cute here though, rampant hirsute detritus or no.
OK, my cat only sleeps on his back. Like a little old man – legs sprawled out, head to the side, drooling slightly off his protruding tongue. He’s not fat, or old, just looks like it when he’s sleeping on his back… Does anyone else’s cat sleep like this?
Sparkee – my Bianca sleeps just like that, only she IS fat. She almost looks like she’s stranded in that position.
Sparkee- Mine don’t usually sleep like that, although my little girl has taken to just laying on her back on the floor, fully awake, for no reason. We’ll hear the “prrrrt?” of “Look at me I am so adorable!”, turn around in the desk chair, and there is Freya, sprawled on her back, front feet curled ever-so-cutely, just . . . being there. She will do this for extrodinary lengths of time, rolling back and forth every now and then to change position on the tile. I have no idea. My cats are so *weird*.
This is very strange, because two of the cats in this house are like Little Joe and Hobey in reverse — imagine Little Joe as a normal-sized cat, and the Hobe with about ten more pounds on him, a teeny-tiny head, and this kind of perpetual I CAN HAS CHEEZBURGER? look on his face…
Pork chop imitation!
Aww, Hobe. He looks so sweet and innocent when he’s sleeping.
Hobey has the reverse coloring of our Grover. Grover’s white with orange splotches. Hmm, he’s just a year old but looks a teen-age football player that you just know will be fat in ten years.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen an orange cat that wasn’t a Big Hunk ‘o Chunk. (Well, that’s not quite true. My big guy was pretty skinny when he came to live with me, but that’s because he’d been starving on the street for a year.)