cat blogging

The other day in a moment of weakness I might have blurted out to my family that I felt the need for another orange polydactyl kitten. So last night the Empress phoned me about these guys:

Mr. Mitts

"They're not orange," says she, "but look at the size of their paws."

So cute. Although I'm not sure if you can tell anything about the size of a kitten's paws from a photo. Their paws look always too big for their bodies.

But that got me looking through the list of adoptable kittens at the local SPCA (you know, the one Gene Simmons and Shannon Tweed donate to) and I think maybe orange is a more important trait to me in cats than polydactyl. Orange domestic short hairs seem to have the best personalities; as evidenced by Doorstop, Tybalt (the Duchess' cat), the orange tom whose name I am blanking on that lives with tKOS & tQOS, and of course, Cissy.

Just look at this baby:

Or Lilac:

What a pouty baby she is.

Roscoe's pretty adorable:

Look at him. He's a baby Doorstop, just waiting to get fat.

The adult male orange domestic short hair is pretty lovable too. For example, Pumpkin:

Look at that world weary face.

Or Leonard:

"Human. Why have you not yet fetched me my sardines on ice?"

Or

This one reminds me of Cissy. Look at her, just lurking, ready to shred ankles.

Precious:

Once there was a way to get back homeward
Once there was a way to get back home
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullabye

--The Beatles, Golden Slumber