Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Grand Rounds! Cute Cats!
This week's Grand Rounds is up!
And since my brain is mush and I have nothing intelligent to say -- although this may change after I've had my morning coffee and stared at the lightbox for a few more minutes -- I'm going to fall back on that tried-and-true filler technique of bloggers everywhere, the Adorable Pet Photo:
The fluffy beast in back -- who actually does have two eyes, although you can't quite tell that in this snapshot -- is Harlequin, Harley for short. (My mother gave me a coffee mug that says "Harley Mama;" this has nothing to do with motorcycles.) The short-haired youngster in front is Figaro. Gary and I like this photo because it accurately represents their personalities: Harley's staid and dignified, whereas Figgy's a wide-eyed bundle of mayhem.
Like all cats, they're pleasingly eccentric. One of Harley's nicknames is "Rescue Kitty," because if Figaro's locked in a closet or in the garage, Harley will find one of us, paw our leg and mew, lead us to wherever the other cat is, and scratch at the door so we'll open it. ("What is it, Lassie? Is Timmy stuck under the tractor again?") He also routinely attempts to rescue me from the bathtub.
Figaro's oddest quirk is that he likes his toys to be extremely clean, and to that end will drop them into water whenever possible. We keep toilet seats down so the plumbing won't become clogged with toy mice. This disappoints him, but he puts his toys in his water bowl instead. One morning about six months ago, Gary came downstairs, peered in the water bowl to check for the usual toy mice, and yelped. "Hey! That's a real mouse!"
Figaro had evidently gone hunting in the garage, caught an actual rodent, and then carried it into the kitchen and put it where all the other toys go: the water bowl.
We're planning to get a new kitten sometime soon. If we do, there will definitely be more cute cat pictures here than any of you can stand.
Consider yourselves forewarned.