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Imrlgoddess

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So.  THIS cat.  You know how it goes, you're cleaning out things, moving things, trying to organize....and they have to come....help.  Yeah.  In the midst of the helping he is mean to Precious because she likes being near us when we're home.  She's a very social little dog, not ok with alone time.  So it's, move a box, shove the kitty out of the way.  Hear the hissy swat and try not to trip over the slowly retreating dog, and forget why you opened that box.  That the cat is now sitting in.  (my nephew is moving in this weekend so I'm trying to get the spare room cleaned out and find a home for all the random junk we have)  Went to bed last night icky fully intending to drop Little Hooman off to catch her bus and go to the park or gym.  HA! *snort* nope.  Back to bed for an hour.  Got up to finally take a bath...Our favorite little bandit has absconded with the tub stopper!!!  I search around it's usual hiding spots, it's no where.  He's been on such a tear, there's literally no telling where he hid it.  I did the old "shove washclothes into the drain hole" trick so I could at least get a puddle to scrub in.   The Old Man was laying on the bath mat rightbythetub and then Thor feels it necessary to get up the edge of said tub whilst I was attempting to put my schmells back in order.  (WHYY didn't I just take a damn shower!!??)  So today is dedicated to his bits and pieces.  There's a shot of his main toy pile, he insisted on being in the photo, and I got down on the dining room floor to grab underneath a cabinet.  He has all the best stuff under there, but alas, he's too chubby these days to fit and retrieve any of it!  And finally him stalking the dog as I walk her across the living room from her morning romp.  Yes, I have to accompany her so she isn't randomly victimized.  The scratchy post is strategically placed in hopes of keeping them from totally killing that chair.  AWWWW I just realized I forgot to get a shot of his TP roll.  I had to sacrifice one to him to save every multipack I ever buy!  He's a shredder.

 

BTW, Thor says: Hewwo!

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feministxtian

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Ahhh yes, he is just reminding the hoomans that he is THOR - THE MIGHTY, Ruler of all he surveys, toy-hider supreme, TP shredding expert and general all around MOST IMPORTANT CRITTER!

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Imrlgoddess

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He is Critter Most Importante. *sigh*  I guess eventually I'll need to pass a broom under there & get back the random things he's stolen.....

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feministxtian

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Yes, he is...he's a wee bit spoiled too...but I won't say who spoiled him (it wasn't the mama hooman at all). Poor baby, he has such a rough life...seriously rough. Sounds like my dynamic duo who also have it very rough...

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Imrlgoddess

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I went to feed the three of them one morning and the Princess had been out all night, did her walk of shame right up to the food bowl that morning.  She was doing the kitty rub on my legs while I was attempting to get the food....he straight up head butted her off of me!  Gently of course, because she's still the one he doesn't really mess with.  Jealous little mongrel, he is!  The dog has become the absolute bane of his existence.  

I mean really, who could tolerate such conditions???  Roommates?  Of different species no less?  Gaaahh.  

It's not like mommy is still getting up at 11pm to go to the bathroom and rock the baby almost every night.  

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catlady

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my boys have multiple stashes under the furniture, too, right down to the wine corks and candy!   a few yeas back, we were checking over the sump pump, and the little buggers had managed to get *seventeen* pingpong balls under the cover (the cover fit very loosely at the time; we remedied that).  i'm always surprised that i manage to buy so many cat toys without noticing, because at no point in time do i ever think, "the babies have nothing to play with."

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Hmmm...he seems to have quite the possessive side too. Seems he doesn't think that he needs to share his mama. It happens. The baby of the family usually ends up the most spoiled. 

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