YAY
KITTIS LUV KITTIS
or
"Dear God, I've become the cliche I make fun of the most.
Please strike me now in my moment of hypocrisy."
Yes,
it was inevitable, but I've finally gotten pictures of the so-adorable-you'll-puke
cats up and now you have the chance to
see the pictures my old housemate Katy took as she was busy
taking pictures of lots of things. Thrill to Martha's amazing
acrobatic displays or wonder how Abbie (note: Not Abby) can
clean his ass when he's so damn big. (Hint: He gets a sister
to do it for him.) Yes, the wonderful world of these cats is
now yours. You're oh so welcome.
Biographical
note: Abbie and Martha are brother and sister, if you can believe
it. They were born April 30, 1997 so they're gonna be three
years old soon. Or maybe they already are by the time you read
this. They're inbred, which explains a lot of things. My girlfriend
at the time and I saved 'em at six weeks of age from a life
of high feline leukemia risk and two hyperactive young children
(Martha was real skittish around strangers for a long time.)
We
were told they were sisters, so they were named Abby and Martha
after the two dotty old sisters in Arsenic & Old Lace.
Then the vet told us the big one was really a boy, and I'd already
grown attached to calling it "Abb-ee", so the name
still stuck with a slight spelling modification. Now he's named
after Abbie Hoffman, another long-haired radical prone to cranky
demonstrations.
Most
of the time I call them Big Cat and Little Cat, or just use
the all-purpose, interchangable "GIT OFF THE COUNTER NOW
DAMMIT".
Abbie
thinks he's a dog. We play fetch often and yes, he does bring
his toys back to me so I can throw them again. Martha used to
spend a lot of her time hiding in cabinets and cupboards but
nowadays she sleeps on top of the sofa. They're both good cats
and I wouldn't trade em for a million figs.
Click
to enlarge any picture. You might also get the chance to view
an EVEN LARGER picture if you're extra-lucky. Cable modem users
rejoice, or something.
