No Whining Allowed

That’s what Goomba calls The Pets. And he surely loves The Pets.

I was monkeying around with the camera this afternoon. I used the captives as my models.

This is Mama Mia. She needs to be photographed in natural light. For some reason, her blue eyes always glow she-devil-red in a flash. I have also learned that you can’t take her picture dead on. She has a little Barbra Streisand thing going on. Or Clarence The Cross-Eyed Lion thing. Which ever you prefer.

Mia is very fluffy. That is my nice way of saying she is fat. Mousey and I both agree that there is something so…so….so…sqwunchable about a fluffy cat. The Boy thinks she is the prettiest of our 3 girls. I love her pink nose.

This is Mousey’s girl, Lucy. She is very shy. Skittish could be a better word. She is the skinniest of our girls. You have to be quick to take her picture. Or she skitters on out of the room.

There’s our pretty LuLu! She spends all day sleeping at the foot of Mousey’s bed. She has the longest, best, tail of our girls. I like a long tail on a cat. She is a head butt-er, and a flopper when you pet her. She also has beautimous whiskers, and loverly golden eyes.

This is The Boy’s kitty, Halle Berry. We like to call this look her Angry Ears. But really, it’s her Uncomfortable Ears. Or kind of, Owl Ears. She is the most patient girl. And forgiving. She is the only one who will give Goomba the time of day. Although, she does give him her Angry Ear look quite frequently. She has many quirks. Some are drowning things in her water bowl, stealing shoelaces from The Boy’s room, and she is one of those rare spanking cats. Just pound away. She is intermediately fluffy. She is bucking her mother for the Matriarch title. I wish Mia would put her in her place. Then box her Angry Ears.

This is Relaxed Ears Halle. With her pretty green eyes and white smudge on her nose. She would not look at me when I had the flash on. Wonder why? She must be a natural type girl.

 Don’t want to leave out the dog. Miss Katie Katherine. She has the patience of a saint. Only if food is involved.

 She was waiting for Honey to give her a bite of his sandwich. She is intense. She has Jedi-like concentration skills. She is well versed in the power of persuasion.

I heard her. She said “you don’t want all of that sandwich”, then she waved her paw. Honey dropped her a schnibble.

The Force is with her.

Bubbas is Katie’s nickname. I don’t remember where it came from, but it has been around since the beginning. And it has stuck .

Bubbas was in dire need of some beautification. She looked a little like Skank Doggy Dog.

Plus, she rolled in goose poop. That fur was coming off.

Why yes, those are crumbs on her nose. And no, she does not have fur oven mitts on her paws. She looks like she tied one on last night.

We also needed to blend in her belly fur. She was half shaved when she had her bladder stone/hysterectomy surgery a month or so ago. She had a lot of chest hair, and very little belly fur.  As you can see, she was looking rather unkempt

So on Tuesday, while Goomba was napping, Bubbas got her hair-do. I snuck in a manicure while I had her all stressed out and exhausted. They supposedly did that when she had the aforementioned surgery, but they are way too conservative in their pooch pedi’s

That’s our sleek girl! Showing off her neck fat! At least her tongue is tucked in!

I realize some folks like her better with a more traditional Yorkie Do. But, to be perfectly honest, she stinks. It’s easier to bathe her frequently when she is shorn.

We left her some tail bling. It gives her some street cred. Don’t you think?

This is Halle Berry’s new favorite place to nap. She is a delicious bowl ‘o kitty!

The girls are home, and we are so glad to have them!

They did very well, and all three are resting comfortably.

 We tried to keep them contained in the laundry room, so they would have some peace and quiet.  Plus, someone had a paw that was leaving faint little bloody paw prints all over the washer and dryer.

They were all nervous and skittish, growling and hissing at each other like they forgot they were related! They all clustered around the pocket door trying to get out. As if the kitchen and beyond were some sort of cat paradise. They were also jumping up on things, then jumping off and landing on their poor little paws! It was like a cat circus.

Halle was the first to escape. With Lucy not far behind. We then just left the door open, and they all congregated in our bedroom. I figure I will give them their pain meds pretty soon and they should be out for the night.

Even though they probably feel like they have had the worst couple of days of their lives, all three purred when I gave them each some lovin’. I think they were glad to see us. I’m glad those kitty-witties are home!