My New Assistant

So…I work from home on Mondays now.

I was going to blog about what I wear to work at home on my other blog, but my outfit was just too boring and I couldn’t bring myself to post it. Besides, I put up some good content this weekend to tide everyone over until Tuesday’s business casual post.

I was planning to use the below picture in the “what I wear to work from home” post, but, as that post is not to be, I had to stick it here instead.

Without further ado, the #1 reason to work from home:



KITTIES!
P.S. This is not my kitty. I would like to steal it, though.

Toon-toons

One can of tuna and five cats.

Oh, wait. Missing a cat...here comes Orangey now!

The clamor rises as I begin to portion out the dishes. Smunchy is the loudest.

I push the last dish to the orange cat. He likes to pretend he isn’t interested.

Ah, the happy sound of five tongues lapping.

Zoro is a Bigun

I seem to have a knack for growing big cats. Take Zoro, for instance. He was a small, timid thing when we got him. He developed into a long, lean yearling. His coat was long and silky, but not terribly thick. When he was about a year and half, a terrible fight with Bear left him sickly for many months. When he finally recovered, he put on bulk and grew double the coat. He’s now the biggest of our kitties, but still as timid as if he were the runt.


If Mr Tibbs were still alive, they certainly could both no longer fit on top this table!

Turkey Neck

Thanksgiving isn’t just a people holiday. The kitties celebrate, too. They get some of the brined, roasted turkey and fried giblets. I also boiled the turkey neck, intending to shave the meat off and feed it to the cats. I quickly discovered that turkey necks are awfully tough. I let the cats remove the meat from the bone themselves. Only Smunchy seemed up to the task.


I think that last picture is Smunchy lapsing into a tryptophan coma

Where's Bear?

Bear is doing his best “E.T.” impression. There aren’t enough toys in the house for him to pose as one, but he could pass for a fur collar among the assorted clothing in this pile.

Cat Chores

This is how we clean the George Foreman Grill in the Oar household. Now who wants to come over for hamburgers?

I Need a Union

These working conditions are terrible. How am I supposed to pin a straight hem with a cat lying on my project? I tried gently removing him to the floor, but he just hopped right back to his spot, snuggled down, and proceeded to suck his thumb. Yup, he's suckling his carpal pad while he kneads his forehead. How could I disturb that?

(Actually, he's sucking on the anatomical equivilant of his heel, but it seems to serve the same purpose as a human baby sucking its thumb.)

My Cats Bring Me Snacks

Wow, am I lucky. On Friday, I came home to a chipmunk in the house. On Saturday, Bear brought me this snake and Sammy brought a cicada.

Bear makes the most horrible yowling sound when he is carrying prey in his mouth. I could hear him from outside and thought, at first, that he was hurt. The yowls grew louder as he approached the door and pushed through the cat flap. He then deposited the snake at my feet and promptly ignored it. I tried to get the cats interested in it for a few more pictures, but, even though the snake was still quite alive, it wouldn’t move. Smart snake.

I released it back into the “wild.” It appeared undamaged except for a single wound. I think it will recover.

He Does This Sometimes

Sometimes, when I pat Zoro, he sticks his tongue out and leaves it hanging. The first time it happened, I freaked out. I even went so far as to poke and pull at his tongue, but he wouldn’t retract it. After I convinced myself that he wasn’t having a stroke, I found it funny. He did it again last night, and obligingly left it protruding while I ran to find the camera.