Rituals

It's become a morning ritual for Albert and Elvis to wake me up well before my alarm goes off. You know, because they're STARVING. These two have it down to a science... from the kneading and the head swatting to the constant mewing. Albert is probably the worst. He's puts his wet nose right on my eyelid until I can't take it anymore. I squint into the darkness ready to shoo his furry butt away, but it's too late. He knows I'm up and the meowing turns to howling and the kneading turns to frantic prancing. "Okay," I think. Just get up, feed them and go back to bed. So I do. At 4:30 every morning, I stumble in the dark to the food bowl, trying not to crush Albert as he runs back and forth between my feet. Elvis, never really that hungry in the first place, has curled into the warm spot on the pillow where my head previously rested.

I'm such a sucker.

Edited to add: I just realized that I drew this entire picture with my right hand. I'm left-handed. Can you imagine? I spend so much time on my computer that I don't even know which hand I write with anymore... What does that say about me? Jeeze.

My Cat Sheds Raincoats, Not Fur..

I'd like to say that this habit of sleeping in the arms/sleeves of my windbreaker, coats, etc. is new, but it isn't. Have I mentioned recently how much this cat likes to burrow?


I have to resort to trickery to get him to come out. A rousing game of "chase the camera strap" usually works.



"He's mo-lting..."(said in you best Wicked Witch impersonation)

Oh, Elvis...

Have You Ever Wondered...

What cats would look like if they were made of jelly? Well I know. After I spent all of Sunday deep cleaning the apartment and sweeping, vacuming and mopping up every last bit of stray litter, the boys were clearly exhausted. *eye roll*

I went into the bedroom and saw two kitties who were too spent to even acknowledge my existence. Literally!

Albert's head had become one with the carpeted edge of the kitty condo.

At no point during the 10 minutes I spent cooing, poking, taking pictures and tummy rubbing did he open his eyes.

The lazy bum.

Choices

Elvis's butt certainly wouldn't be my first choice as a nap location, but hey, whatever floats your boat...

sick day

I wasn't feeling well today and stayed home to rest. I woke up on the couch after a marathon nap session and saw the cutest case of kitty cuddling ever.

They sleep separately for the most part, so the hugging was unexpected and definately made me feel a little better.

If only they would wake up and come cuddle on the couch with me. Being sick is such a drag. At least I have Bertie and Elvis to keep me company.

Snow Day pt.2

Albert proves that doing nothing all day really is exhausting.

Cute, but exhausting.

"No pictures please."

Some Hip Action

Albert falls asleep to the evening news. On me. I don't mind.
P.S. His eye is 100% better.

Winter

These kittens don't let a little ice and snow keep them from what's most important... sleep.

Sweet Dreams...

Maybe it's the angle, but Elvis reminds me of Tigger in this picture.

I bet Albert is dreaming of his first Christmas and all of the toys he gets to attack unwrap.

Such happy boys.

Oh Boy! It's Sunnn-day!