While Bean has her mind on other gnarly things — for instance, the dreadful state of “health-care” in the U.S., or, on a lighter note, Articles 3 and 4 of the Uniform Commercial Code a/k/a The Third and Fourth Circles of Hell —
Conflict is brewing at the homeplace.
Maybe the rising tension can be overlooked.
No. The insult must be addressed head-on.
What have you got to say for yourself?
Give me a moment. I don’t believe that’s good enough.
No. After due consideration, I believe that would be — unacceptable.
Mom!! That was SO not my fault!!
HELP!!! I’m trapped in here with a pair of lunatics!!
Problem? Was there a problem?
Anita loves cats. This must be because she, too, has had nine lives. She’s been dancing since she could walk, she was a commercial artist and advertising producer, she earned a third-degree black belt in Aikido, she is a drummer with the Afrique Aya Dance Company, she is an attorney, and she’s a meditator and a devoted student of Nonviolent Communication. She also spent one lifetime sidelined with a devastating back injury in 1992. Since then – FELDENKRAIS METHOD® to the rescue. The FELDENKRAIS METHOD is all about dreaming concretely – thinking intelligently and independently by way of a gracious and kind physicality. The work affords all who study it a process by which to reach, with movement, into the mind and the heart, to make nine lives into one whole being.
One can almost hear the theme from “Jaws” playing… The look on Bug’s face, the turned back ears, the attitude… lol.
Really! What I love is how you can track his dilating pupils. Impressive, no?
heH. . .!!!
From the perspective, I’d guess you were sitting on the floor–and holding your breath!! >:-D
The ears! What Wazeau said–dum dum… dum dum… agggggh!
Yer gonna need a new screen door. And what does the sign say?!
And: gotta love a household that is FILLED with kitty toys! Makes me want to go kitty-toy-furniture shopping!
A ringside seat. Coulda got spattered, if it had come to that.
A new screen door? This thing is like Alcatraz. I made sure. Sign says: “Cat inside. Please rescue in case of fire.” Need to re-do it, to include Fang.
I am ADDICTED to kitty-toy-furniture shopping. Wouldn’t it be fun to go together? We could really put a crimp in the credit-cards, $$ neither of us have. Then binge-eat after.
OK! Maybe that’s a new website–a place to shop together! hee hee! I look at furniture for them and am just sure they’d love it…. the sight of Fangie on his roundy perch makes me want a perch like that!
that’s a good idea about the sign on the door. we have one in the window, but just now it occurred to me that it would melt!
That roundy perch — one of the best purchases I ever made. (A game of chance, as we cat bods know, no?) At one of the big-boxes — Pet(Smart) or (Co.), never can keep them straight. AND it was quite reasonable — the bed is just one of those cardboard scratchy things. Fang loves it. Oooh. Melting sign in the window. Scary thought. May it never come to pass.
My suggestion- play with the string of eternal delight and call it a day!
More like a week, dear guilty ones.
Those satellite ears did all the talking! Impressive screen door scaling.
Drove him right up the wall! The power of the ears!
Looks sooooo familiar!
I thought the same as Lahgitana, you were probably sitting on the floor and the photos turned out amazing!! LOVE Them!
And how about the innocent look on Fang’s face? “not my fault”… ha ha!
So lucky I was, to have the camera to hand at that very instant. So glad you like.
Butter wouldn’t melt in little Fangie’s mouth. The little brat. 🙂
I’m sure it wasnt funny to you at the time, but I hope you can laugh now! Because that’s an adorable set of pictures/words!
I know how you feel when the babies fight.. trust me, but I hope you can look also at the good times when they snuggle up together. That’s something I fear I will never have with my two. But I’d settle for an armed truce.
That butter wont melt in his mouth look on Fang? Leo sports that after he pokes Star in the bum and after the ensuing activities halt. Little brat too! MOL
Oh I sure do laugh now, Andrea — I’m so happy you join me in my amusement. This picture series really had me lol’ing. I really do hope your babies grow toward each other. Maybe with age? I know it happened over at Pedro’s, between him and Miss Kitty . . . . My dad used to say: Time wounds all heels. He, and his mother, were great ones for those little aphorisms.
LOLOL it is so rare that one is there in the right place at the right time WITH the right piece of equipment. These are priceless pics and the looks on their faces!!!! Guys! get a room!
Don’t get me started on the state of healthcare!! Ok I’ve lost the will already….. Suffice to say that in the UK as elsewhere it seems that patient care has become patient don’t care and is not a priority any more. It’s all about money and big pharma now. I read lahgitana’s story…… ?????!!!!! 😦
But — they HAVE a room. They have THREE rooms. Not enough. But we know this. They are — cats. The world is not big enough for both of them.
Oh Lahgitana’s story is the absolute PITZ. And — reeelly, about health-don’t-care over by you? I am so sorry to hear that! Shoot! I thought the national elf was working! It was working when I lived there! I loved my doctors. I collected them like candy. THEM, I said. NOT their drugs. THEM. (Don’t ask. Well, OK, if you insist: 1970-75.)
So you lived here! Where was that? I am intrigued? When will the statute of limitations be up, so the relevant events of 1970-75 can be revealed? It is in the national interest 😉
Sadly the national elf is no longer working. Too many people living longer but not living healthier. Too many people full stop. Too many expensive treatments. Not enough money. Too many chronic conditions they don’t give a toss about. I know from personal experience!!! We have to be our own doctors now. So that is why we larf and larf and ……. write blogs and stuff! 😉
I lived one year in Edinburgh and the rest in London. Ahhh — what memories. I believe I once had. Unfortunately the statute of limitations has lapsed, along with those memories. I did write a journal somewhere — but it’s either lost or buried in storage. Maybe in the fullness of more time the executors of my estate might find it worthwhile. Maybe. But I am so so sorry the elf has deserted you in your time of need. We must feel our way all together in the dark, then. An idea for my next post has just popped. Thank you! I plan on writing again momentarily. Pip pip dear CAT. I love knowing you like this.
Absolutely amazing photos, Bean! They tell the whole story! Not that you shouldn’t narrate. Your words are always worth reading. Love you guys!
You too, dear typist. I miss your posts but I sure am glad you’re still dropping by here.
Is your screen door still standing..?
I tell you, Alcatraz. Maximum security.
I love this picture of Bugs looking like the queen of England (“so shocking!”):-)
They are gorgeous, both of them!
Have a nice day!
THE QUEEN OF ENGLAND!!! That is HILARIOUS!!! Do you know, I do believe I HAVE seen that expression recorded on her face neck and ears. Not aimed at me, fortunately. My day is considerably nicer thanks to you! And the same to you I hope!
Yes, I am glad you understood and could laugh with it!
Would you enjoy a joke? François Hollande, the new French president, visits Queen Elisabeth, they are touring in a carriage held by several horses. Unfortunately, one of the horses, euh, farts! The queen turns to Hollande and says with a light smile “you see, even the queen of England cannot control everything”. Hollande answers ‘Sire, I really do appreciate your honestness, I really thought it was one of the horses who farted”…
Have a nice day, or night, or whatever, dear Nadbug!