Aziraphale working on some kung fu moves. Ripley unimpressed.
Manny KrazKat
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FATHER OF KATS Including Wanda, Segrentarri ov Pizza
Zero is a girl! Doofus dad assumed she was a boy because she's orange (and big for her age), but 20% of orange cats are girls. Not that rare, really. It didn't come up at the vet. Anyway, nothing changes, including her name (which she likes). 😻 Dad feels like a dork!
The seat thief has returned, and refuses to leave until the pizza order is placed. 🍕
Ripley wants it known that she has not relinquished the title of "The Kitten." Any other kittens that may or may not be around are simply "A Kitten" or "Some Kitten" but definitely not "The Kitten." Noted, Ripley.
Little Z would prefer to just go ahead and skip Monday altogether.
We have a name for this LONG wee lad. "Zero" which is short for Aziraphale. He is charming, pleasant, slightly bookish and appears from nothing, magically, in a time of need.
Ripley is enjoying having someone closer to her own age around for shenanigans.
NOBODY FALLS ASLEEP FOR DONNIE DARKO. Except this guy. We'll cut him some slack, he is very small. Apologies for the jacked up harness / collar. It's all loose. He's fine. Very teeeeepy.
Vintage Vampires. A little #ThrowBackThursday featuring Ghostie & Pumpkin (who is still with us and misses his best friend). These two were both feral cats who spent all their time together outside and later inside. They loved sleeping in this planter, so I added a blanket. VAMPIRE BITE.
I lost my friend Ghost rather abruptly last week. Pictured here as a younger man, he was at least 20, but a former feral cat--probably a hair older. He was frail but full of energy (and demands) and sat on my lap for TV every night. Love you, Ghost.
He's getting out of his playpen regularly, but easier to film here as he's still a bit shy. The screaming is done and replaced with purrs and curiosity. He likes pets and being handled, and you can even touch his feet!
Some sounds samples of the sonorous voice. He just got a bath and once over by my roommate who is a Vet Tech. He's going in first thing tomorrow to Berkeley Dog & Cat Hospital for a thorough exam and anything he needs. In the meantime, HE SCREM.
I was working in the garage last night when I heard an insistent screaming sound outside. Several hours later, and we recovered a small cinnamon-donut-hole from the bushes in the side yard. No signs of mom, siblings, and no owners found as yet. He's hanging at my place with lots of food & water.
The way was fraught with peril, and the path guarded by a two headed beast of unspeakable horror (and cuteness).
Ghost confiscated the remotes. But I am patient, and he is sleepy.
The Beast watching intensely for the pizza to arrive. 🍕
