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Kitties
Have you ever thought about just how strange it is that many of us spend almost all our time in spaces where we try to ensure there is no animal life other than humans? And if there aren't any houseplants, no nonhuman macroscopic life at all. Monospecies spaces are creepy and weird and dystopian and I don't like it. The easiest way to fix this is by adding cats.
Anyway, since I am in a cat-free house and therefore reduced to making friends with the spider who lives in the corner of the bathroom instead, here are bad phone pictures of the cats who are currently most important in my life.
These are my sister's cats, Miss Georgiana Darcy (brown) and Miss Caroline Bingley (gray). Miss Darcy, like her namesake, is an ingenue who has suffered from unspecified Victorian Novel Disease most of her life (unfortunately, it's been flaring up worse than usual lately.) Miss Bingley is a light-fingered blackguard who puts on airs and thinks herself better than she is. They have both decided that now that they have their own heating pads, they no longer need laps.
These are Visas Murr (brown) and Dagger, aka Captain Stinkybutt (gray). Visas Murr is a Jedi with powerful combat abilities and great wisdom (and no eyes.) Dagger is a stinkybutt who gets his own chair at the dining room table. This is the first time since at least last winter that I have seen them voluntarily and peaceably touching each otherwithout their person nearby. (They do *not* have their own heating pads, and they feel this is a great injustice.)
This is Louis (with-the-S) (black). He is next door's cat. If you ask next door, he is an indoor-only cat (he disagrees). If you ask my mother, he is not allowed in our house (he disagrees.) If we lived in a place where outdoor cats were more common or we didn't talk to our neighbors, he would absolutely have fooled at least two more households into thinking he was a stray they had adopted and were feeding.
This is one of the lions that guards the Art Institute of Chicago, poking its snoot.
They are all very warm and snuggly.
Anyway, since I am in a cat-free house and therefore reduced to making friends with the spider who lives in the corner of the bathroom instead, here are bad phone pictures of the cats who are currently most important in my life.
These are my sister's cats, Miss Georgiana Darcy (brown) and Miss Caroline Bingley (gray). Miss Darcy, like her namesake, is an ingenue who has suffered from unspecified Victorian Novel Disease most of her life (unfortunately, it's been flaring up worse than usual lately.) Miss Bingley is a light-fingered blackguard who puts on airs and thinks herself better than she is. They have both decided that now that they have their own heating pads, they no longer need laps.
These are Visas Murr (brown) and Dagger, aka Captain Stinkybutt (gray). Visas Murr is a Jedi with powerful combat abilities and great wisdom (and no eyes.) Dagger is a stinkybutt who gets his own chair at the dining room table. This is the first time since at least last winter that I have seen them voluntarily and peaceably touching each otherwithout their person nearby. (They do *not* have their own heating pads, and they feel this is a great injustice.)
This is Louis (with-the-S) (black). He is next door's cat. If you ask next door, he is an indoor-only cat (he disagrees). If you ask my mother, he is not allowed in our house (he disagrees.) If we lived in a place where outdoor cats were more common or we didn't talk to our neighbors, he would absolutely have fooled at least two more households into thinking he was a stray they had adopted and were feeding.
This is one of the lions that guards the Art Institute of Chicago, poking its snoot.
They are all very warm and snuggly.
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