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one of pickles’ absolute favorite things to do is climb into openings or squeeze into improbable places. she will get into literally anything, but her absolute favorite place is under the covers:
her second favorite thing to get into is specifically cardboard beer boxes (<3 mich ultra!):
she also just up and climbed into an empty bag hanging off the back of a chair once, leaving her butt and back legs hanging out:
she’ll shove just her face into tight spaces if her whole body won’t fit:
and sometimes, sequeezing your entire cat body into a small box takes time to get comfy:
and just for good measure, an adorable sleeping photo:
AWWWW. apologies for the crappy cellphone pictures, but pickles is hard to catch in the act of cuteness. as fond as she is of getting into things, she hates being still.
So. I’m just busy drinking some horrid Franzia chillable red, when I happen to witness Pickles playing with an ornament in the foyer.
After indulging her with videotape, I scolded her and put the ornament back on the tree. Then, I hear a lot of noise from the foyer. It’s her ornament, damn it, and she will have it:
Hopefully she won’t destroy Christmas. She’s known for destroying everything she touches, which is why the two of us make a good pair.
She was so nice to our real tree!
What’s good in the hood? As Pixelcat has shown off her lovely cats, I’d like to take a timeout to introduce my kitty friends. They are equal parts adorable, brilliant, and insane.
First off, the first cat I’ve owned on my own, Clementine. Clemmie was actually originally owned by Pixelcat and one of our mutual friends, but after a bunch of apartment moves, Clem came to live with me. She’s a gigantic bitch to every other cat on earth, but very very sweet to people. Her hobbies include standing on shoulders and hissing at other cats. She’s also super tiny. Barely bigger than a leaf! Observe:
Second, we have Pickles the Drummer (yeop, after the Metalocalypse character!), the second cat I’ve owned myself. Picked her up this summer at a pet shelter. She’s still essentially a kitten, barely a year old. She is the reason they developed the phrase “curiosity killed the cat.” She loveslovesloves to cuddle but absolutely HATES not getting her way, and makes it well known. Her hobbies include pulling thongs out of the underwear drawer and throwing them on the ground, and screaming.
Last, but never least, good old DR. KITTY A. PURRINGTON. He’s my family’s cat, and is truly one of the biggest divacats I’ve ever met. He constantly needs attention and loves to play the victim. Also called “the Great Grey Hunter.” He spends most of his time meowing a particularly prissy meow, pouting when he doesn’t get what he wants, and being generally quite sassy.
Thus ends my cavalcade of cats! Look forward to hearing many a story about this cast of characters. <3 Bye, dudes!