D’Artagnan’s all “What’s up THERE?”
Athos considers a leap.
Pretty Charlie in the sun.
“Do not allow cats to climb on top of scratcher” was contained within the instructions for this pumpkin scratcher (from Target.)
Makes me wonder if the people who created it have ever spent time with cats.
Balanced on the back of the chair, watchin’ birds.
Charlie’s all “Wanna come play, Archie?” and Archie’s like “Not right now, kid.”
Those EARS.
Keeping my pile o’ papers safe. That Porthos, he’s a giver.
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Alice is keeping an eye out for chipmunks.
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Previously
2019: He ain’t skeered of no kittens.
2018: No entry.
2017: And Stefan said “Do I smell food?”
2016: Sodapop gives Unca Stefan a sniff.
2015: “How I get on the innernets on this thing?” Skinny Pete wonders.
2014: Warning: Ralph cannot hold his licker.
2013: Tidy Cats Lightweight Litter Review.
2012: No entry.
2011: Now he’s the whiniest little complainer I’ve ever seen.
2010: Melodie, doing some heavy-duty flirting, is apparently annoying Martin.
2009: Maybe we’ve got some little Houdinis on our hands.
2008: Zoe got adopted over the weekend!
2007: No entry.
2006: I wouldn’t say he LIKES her, but he’s not scared of her (much) anymore.
2005: “His real name is Sad Eyes?”
“Do not allow cats to climb on top of scratcher” — no problem; no one “allows” cats to do anything.
Yeah, they’ve definitely never met a cat!
Ha! Yeah, “Do not allow cats to climb on top of scratcher” is ridiculous on a number of levels!
I am inordinately amused for some reason by the sight of Archie sitting in that pumpkin.
Also – the 2017 entry is something special, both in terms of kittens wearing their Stranger Danger Suits and in terms of getting to see our dear departed Stefan.
I thought that, and your reply to the “Do not allow cats to climb on top of scratcher” was hilarious. Cats go wherever they want to go. 🙂
Laughing over the “instructions” on the pumpkin scratcher. Reminds me of some cardboard tote boxes I got. There were hand-hold holes on each end. Marked “Not a hand hold, for access only.” ROFL! CYA, I guess.
Hey, is it a PUMPKIN SPICE scratcher? (I hope not, too many things are scented, and it’s cacophony of competing smells. My cats hate that sort of stuff.)
Lord no, it’s unscented (though the idea of a scented scratcher makes me laugh.)
Inquiring minds want to know. After Porthos generously kept your pile of papers safe, did he manage to depart without scattering them hither and yon?
Porthos did leave my papers unscathed, but later on d’Artagnan went skittering across my desk and papers went everywhere. You’d think I’d know better than to leave a pile of papers on my desk with kittens around.
“Do not allow cats to climb on top of scratcher” – I was also thinking (before I read that you’d also stated the blatantly obvious) that clearly, whoever packaged that little piece of cat heaven does not live with cats.
I’m a tad surprised that Archie didn’t give Charlie an earful for the diss of not calling him by his proper “Uncle” Archie title. A Permanent Resident not 5 minutes, and already he’s getting a bit impudent with his elders.