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Very Bad Kitty

Lauren

Doug and I have been having some problems. Ever since Ethan rediscovered the wonder of puzzles, I’ve been going out and buying up tons of them at thrift shops. The biggest one the two of us have embarked on is 500 pieces, a massive project for the little one. We worked long and hard on a hot-air balloon puzzle this week and Ethan made an amazing amount of progress on the thing.

Click to see what Doug made of our progress:

I Hate Doug Sometimes

But you know, sometimes the little bugger can be so cute. He’s my bloggin’ buddy and my sleepin’ buddy. Lately it appears he and Pablo are getting buddy-buddy, too.

Cleaning Pablo

He ain’t all bad, but he isn’t good either.

8 thoughts on Very Bad Kitty

  1. Suggestion:

    Plexiglass. Get a piece that is thick enough that it won’t crack when hidden away. Thick also = heavy and less likely to be shoved off the table by the cat. Glass shops will carry and cut it for you.
    About $20 for a puzzle-sized sheet. Slides behind a piece of furniture when not in use.

    Little brats! But so sweet.

  2. One day when Ethan is grown, you will find a puzzle piece in an old register or under a plant pot, and you will suddenly miss Doug terribly and you will cry.

    Love and kisses,

    Captain Bringdown.

  6. You should see mine, Dada. They are lovers, pure and simple. They spat and make up all day long.

    I think cats fuck shit up all day because they know that it gives us amusing stories to tell. They’re just trying to help out. Or that’s what I tell myself.

  7. Think of it the way the Count and I think of Lucky – “He can do no wrong.” Even when he knocked our French-pressed coffee maker in the sink and broke it while growling at one of the neighborhood cats… he can do no wrong.

    I agree with Amanda that cats fuck shit up to give us humans something to talk about. That way, they end up on our blogs on days other than Friday Cat Blogging.

  8. Amanda: Every year, exactly once a year, my cat would knock a prayer plant off it’s table. The dirt would fly, the plant would get knocked out of the pot and that darn plant would never look better than in the few months after I repotted it. Like you, I figured he was just trying to help out. Green paw and all.

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