A few things I meant to mention in yesterday’s post about Archie, but forgot: Fred estimates Archie’s age as 2 years old, but I’ve taken a look at his teeth and they’re in such great shape (no tartar at all) that he very well could be younger. I do think he’s an adult, but not by much.
I am 100% positive that he’d been in a home before – the first time he walked into the living room while we were watching TV, he didn’t react at all. He uses the litter box beautifully, and when I say “Get down!”, he’ll jump down from the kitchen counter. (Obviously we let the cats walk around on the counters at snack time and they also walk around on them at other times, but if I’m about to make dinner or get something to eat, I don’t want them all up in my space.)
We did name him Archie after Archie Bunker of All in the Family. It was that or Meathead, and Fred opted to save Meathead for a future cat. (We talked about using “Malph” to finish out Happy Days, but decided that really should be used for an orange cat.)
Also, the cut across his nose in that one close-up picture is from November or December. It has healed completely, and unless something falls onto the dining room table (where he spends the vast majority of his days), he should remain cut-free.
And lastly, I didn’t specifically mention it in yesterday’s post, but we did have Archie neutered several weeks ago and got all his vaccinations.
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That serious look on Garfunkel’s face is cracking me up.
Whatcha lookin’ at, Simon?
They’ve got their eyes on something, for sure.
Such a pretty boy.
Eye on the prize…
Got it!
“What’s with this peacock feather, lady? Where’s the BIRD that goes with it??”
“Okay, lady. Time for the belly rubbing!”
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Nap time collage!
Top row: Tommy atop my recliner in the front room; Jake in the seat of the same recliner; Alice on the heated bed in the computer room.
Second row: Sugarbutt in the doll bed in the dining room; Stefan on the heated bed in the front room; Miz Poo in the self-heating bed in the computer room.
Third row: Archie in the self-heated bed on the dining room table; Dennis atop the cat tree in my room; Newt in the cat bed next to my monitor.
FYI, Sunday marked FOUR years since I announced that we’d officially adopted Alice. At that point, Corbie was still our “foster”, and Reacher was about to go home with Kathy!
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Previously
2014: “They have really pretty kittens in there,” thinks Dennis.
2013: No entry.
2012: Alice Mo approves of Everett’s form.
2011: Okay, so, the story on Reacher.
2010: Oh, M’Lynn. Break my heart, why don’t you?
2009: Miz Poo will put up with the kittens as long as they don’t get TOO much in her space.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.