Merle is here for the week and my cats are wild: fighting and hissing, tearing up the furniture, trying to crap in the basement, while Merle hangs out in the new chair as cool as a fat, furry cucumber. The other night, Doug decided that yet another roll of toilet paper was really pissing him off and it was time to show it who’s boss. Poor Pablo plunks himself down in whatever room I’m in and mrowls until I scream — preferably while I am asleep.
When Ethan and I got home today, Merle was missing. We found him later locked in the basement. I would blame this on my cats but Merle is crafty.
Later this evening, we found Doug hiding in the Tub Of Desolation. He and Merle don’t get along so well.
Pablo goes incognito.
Chef puts the sleeper hold on Merle, thereby quelling any territorial disputes.
Merle looks none too pleased in that last photo — or maybe it’s the lack of oxygen.
Cat fight at Lauren’s house!
Merle looks adorable, oxygen or no oxygen, but my heart belongs to Doug4Ever. Poor Doug.
Who couldn’t love Doug, in all his fat preciousness. SQUEEEEE!
Cat in sink!!