Something cute, she said

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By Holly the Assistant

“I want to spend the day writing, can you post something cute tomorrow?”

“Sure.”

It’s tomorrow, and I realized I don’t do cute. I do snark, puns, occasional humor, and sometimes, if I’m lucky, beauty, but cute? Cute is for fluff-brained small animals. Wait, I have some fluff-brained small animals around this place! But are they being cute?

I don’t remember the part of the Bethlehem story when Gertrude sat in the manger, do you?

The orange and white NEVER holds still unless she’s being held. Quicksilver the ADHD kitty, and her brother The Wolf. (That’s the feeding station for gooshy food. Which is why she wasn’t moving very much.)

“Dere’s a Caw yellin at me!” Rocket says.

And then there’s The Wolf, posing for all he’s worth, because he knows he’s Living Art.

Still Life, with tomatoes and The Wolf.

The rest of the menagerie didn’t manage to pull off photogenic yet this fall. (And honestly, Quicksilver’s only in there because her parents’ and siblings’ humans read here, and these weird cats actually look at pictures of their family on screen. I don’t want to worry her mom by only showing her brother.)

Cute? I don’t know, you tell me! Now soliciting cute critter stories in the comments.

30 thoughts on “Something cute, she said”

  1. Cute critters are the most dangerous type of critters, because people underestimate them. [Twisted Grin]

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  3. I’d show pictures but do not have anything on line. Well there is my gravatar (Pepper). Otherwise, tis the season for vent cats. Or why isn’t the vent blowing out hot air? Answer: Because the cats have decided the vents blowing hot hair are beds.

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  4. All of mine at the moment are feather brained. Small is relative.

    They’re weapons grade cute for maybe a week, then drop to professional grade.

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  5. “Time to make the bed.”

    Miz Kitty teleports into center of bed.

    Push Miz Kitty off. Sart to strip bed.

    Miz Kitty teleports into center of bed.

    Eventually strip bed out from under MK. She protests.

    Throw new sheet on.

    Miz Kitty teleports into center of bed.

    Cat-shaped lump protests being covered. Eventually finds edge.

    Miz Kitty teleports into center of bed.

    Tuck and snap sheet. MK not amused.

    Throw next sh….

    Miz Kitty teleports into center of bed.

    Repeat for several blankets.

    Finally finish. Leave.

    Mix Kitty calls loudly that I was -not- dismissed!

    …

    There was also a very DeathDull looooong videoconference meeting while working from home, where Miz Kitty managed to scale the top of a 6 foot bookshelf, undetected.

    Wait… wait…. He is speaking!

    “MRAWWOR!” (Death from above!)

    MK lands on desk. Half of meeting folk have near heart attacks. Only the Tail of Terror is seen on camera, lashing to and fro.

    “MRAWWOR!”

    (departs…)

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    2. Reminds me of a Yoo-Toob video:

      Woman making bed.

      Cat watches patiently from atop dresser.

      Woman finishes making bed.

      Cat jumps onto bed. Hork! Hork! Hork! HOOORRRKK!!

      If ever there was a time to kill a cat… 😲

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      2. MK once barfed in my sneaker.

        …..ew…..

        She also like to hide the occasional cat toy in a boot or shoe.

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        1. We have Freeway, another tuxedo, who hides “toys” (sometimes the item is even a toy) in our shoes. Silly cat. She is 6 this winter. I’d swear it is the tuxedos, but Thump (miss him) was another bottle baby who fetched and stored toys in our shoes, he was a yellow ginger.

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          1. A mouse that one cat caught in the garage and managed to stun, brought inside and upstairs to proudly show his “cat dad” (older male), only to find it was not so dead and now had run into the linen closet.

            You have *one* job, you doofus….

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    3. What works changing and making the bed, sometimes. Insure room is cat free. Close door. However said door does not latch tightly, blocking door is also required. Also must make sure have clean sheets in hand before shutting and blocking said door. Thus the “sometimes”. If successful be prepared for a chorus of protest. I swear they know the minute I get clean sheets out. Evicting said cats if already in the room does not work. Have seen a meme where the feline servant states they were able to change bedding quickly by using empty basket trapping the feline. Our cats know how to get out of overturned baskets, as well as closed closet doors, whether they are inside the closet or not. Middle of the night … “dang cats”, they aren’t quiet about proving closing the closets do not deter them.

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  7. A tale of a “panty raid”…

    Not long after we adopted our cat Loki (formerly known as “Lockheed” formerly known as “Cleveland”) we found out he had a thing for plastic. Only certain types of plastic, but he LOVED to chew on such plastic.

    Well, the wife-unit purchased herself a new pack of ladies underthings, brought them home, and tossed the package on the bed. She came out to the living room, we sat down to watch some TV and all was right in the world.

    Until Loki came marching down the hallway from the bedroom, looking inordinately pleased with himself, and carrying his newest acquisition in his mouth. A package of ladies underthings.

    Whereupon we both began laughing like maniacs and the wife-unit began chasing after him to retrieve her new underthings, to put them in a drawer so he could not get them again.

    Loki is still with us, he’s still got a thing for plastic, and we’ve learned to either put such plastics out of his reach, or behind a closed door (thankfully, he never has figured out door knobs)

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    1. Pippie (evolved from Pip Squeak, miss her, she’s been gone now for three decades), a hand raised tuxedo, is one of our cats who learned to open cabinets and closets. We had a raised platform bed (visualize waterbed format but set for regular mattress instead) with dresser underneath (definition of “climb into bed” but I digress). Both ends were blocked off to “keep cats out”. Except one end was a door. Don’t remember what torqued Pippie off. But the key is the back of the drawers were not solid, just slats. Visualize a black paw reaching in between said slats. So, hubby gets up for work. Goes to get undies and socks. Except said drawer is empty of such (yes they were clean, dry, and put away). Pippie had gotten under the bed and pulled every item out of that drawer. I still can hear the grumbling as hubby tried to pull out what he needed (hint, back then I was still skinny so I got to pull everything out … um, after I stopped laughing).

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    2. Our little Belle (full name Aerial Belle Toebiter) is like that for wool. We were folding the laundry in traditional fashion* and she jumped onto the bed, seized a pair of woolen socks that had already been folded, jumped back to the floor and RACED out of the room. We caught up with her in the living room, where she had stopped to try and kiII the socks. She was quite peeved at her plump, woolly prey being taken away.

      *Dump dryerload out on the bed, sort, fold, and put away.

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      1. Um, is there any OTHER way to fold laundry? LoL

        Loki loves him a particular fleece blanket we have. He’ll get up on the bad, pick it up in his mouth, and start “smurgling” it, kind of sucking on it while purring and pawing at it. Eventually he flops on his side, still going, and one of his back paws starts waving around in the air.

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  8. People ask us why we have a cat named Mayhem. Some wiser folk ask why we’d tempt fate with a name like that. Well, the truth is, that cat EARNED it. As well as the phrase “Stop chewing plastic, you malevolent stench goblin!”

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    1. (laughing)

      Just drifting off to sleep. Miz Kitty nearby.

      MK: Lifts head, “purrrrrrrrr”

      pffffft!

      “PURRRRR”

      …

      “Oh my …gak! What the actual (HONK!) GAHHH! What the (HONK!) did you eat?! Aughhh!”

      MK: “PUUUURRRRRrrrrrmmmmblblrrrrrtrr”

      ….

      …..

      Pfffffft!

      If you crossed a bulldog with a buzzard, and it gorged on dead whale for a week….

      She is about 14, and “robustly healthy” according to the vet. A tad fat, but quite active.

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      1. I wanted to name Thump – Trouble. Why? Because I know that is what our elderly (18, and 17) cats, and the 2 year old cat, were calling the tiny kitten (between 2 and 3 weeks). Couldn’t leave him on the street … (business are so did not belong to anyone else). I got overruled. Not that he did not live up to his name Thump.

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  10. We had an orange tabby when I was in highschool. He was such a creampuff. Not the sharpest spoon in the drawer.

    Thing is, he was a formerly feral cat, so he really had no concept of ‘play hunting’. We would do a sort of play where he’d chase the eraser of my pencil, and many of my pencils ended up with bite marks out of them.

    Catch is, my middle brother didn’t really know this (he was mostly my cat). So one day he was playing with the cat, and did the finger poking out under a cloth trick. Archie saw it, identified it as munchies and went for it. Oops…

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  11. Years ago when we lived in rural WA, we were given a kitten from my son’s friend’s family. Picture a domestic shorthair build, but with perfect dark Siamese coloring, bright blue eyes, and white toes all around. We always take our time naming cats – letting them tell us, as it were.

    The second (main) floor of our house had a wide wooden balcony on three sides. The front door had a paneled wood lower half and a diamond-paned glass upper half.

    Whenever this kitten was outside on the balcony, he quickly learned to get our attention by leaping up and hanging onto the wooden strip below the glass portion, and staring in. All you could see from inside were a dark mask and ears, two blue eyes, and a white paw on either side.

    Of course, we named him Kilroy.

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  12. I don’t know why Gertrude was in the manger but I know why cats have an “M” on their forehead.

    After Jesus was born, he was placed in a manger filled with hay. The hay didn’t provide enough warmth and he began to shiver and cry from the cold. Mary wrapped blankets around him, but they wern’t enough so Mary asked the animals in the stable to move closer to help warm her child with their body heat. That was still not enough and Mary rocked her child as he continued to cry and shiver.

    A cat who had been watching from a distance decided to see if he could calm the child. The cat climbed into the crib, snuggled next to Jesus lending the baby his body heat to warm him. Then the cat began to purr which soothed the baby so he stopped crying and fell asleep. Mary was so filled with gratitude that she traced her initial on the cat’s brow leaving a mark to forever remind humanity that a lowly stray cat had warmed and comforted the baby Jesus on the first day of his life.

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