My kitten Pixel is guest blogging today over at Greta Christina’s blog. Soon enough, she’ll be a more popular blogger than I am.
I also think Pixel feels a little left out when my boyfriend and I are trying to cuddle:
“Hey! Hey! WHAT ABOUT ME!”
Blag Hag
Atheism, feminism, geekery
You’re not, um, pinning that kitty between your legs, are you?
What I want to know is, what sort of natural disaster will all this immodest cat-blogging beget?
Who cuddles with jeans on?
Dunno, Azkyroth, but it’s bound to be a Catastrophe.
(ducks and runs away)
Do not taunt Rule 34.
Weirdly the very next thing in my RSS feed after this post was this:
http://www.smbc-comics.com/index.php?db=comics&id=2420
Joincidence?
THIS.
Pixel-kitteh: “I can has cuddle-puddle?”
Pixel is clearly an amateur. Our cat Trey knows the correct way to execute this maneuver is to wait until the humans are jointly under a blanket, and then crawl on top of them and sit either in the hammock created by the space between them or sprawl contentedly over both humans’ hips.
When I was newly dating my now-husband, my cat Max would get between us on the couch and stretch as far as he could. He was super jealous. So hubby-to-be bought his love with meat. He is now an equal-opportunity lap cat who is an incorrigible begger.
My cat Nico does this, too. It’s gotten to the point that I don’t really remember what cuddling without cats is like.
My cat has done the same thing ever since we got her back from the animal shelter. Her new nickname is celibacy cat.