Meet Pippin, the cat. Not any old cat. The coolest cat you'll ever meet. He hides from no one, and even makes friend with the Time Warner Cable guy that comes by for 10 minutes.
When he's hungry, he'll sit over by the hallway, and knows I can see him. He's half way hidden, but he knows I see him. I ignore him though.
He finally decides, that sitting over there, yet again, is not going to get me off the couch to come fill his bowl with some food.
He doesn't get much because he's on a diet. Which is probably why he pulls this stunt multiple times a day. I tell people he's not fat, and it's just that he's really fluffy, but he's pretty fat. He'll get thinner. We're playing games, and he's eating less.
This is where he lies down after attempting to sit on top of my arms if i'm on my laptop, or on my lap if he can get on it. I usually smack his butt and tell him to get off, and after 6-10 attempts at sitting on me, he plops himself down next to me, and puts on this arrogant look.
He wins everytime though, eventually, I go throw a few pebbles in his bowl.
We wouldn't want him to starve to death now would we?
7 comments:
Brother is that you?
I would have taken Pippen for a female... playing those kind of games :)
I wasn't gonna say a word - not a word - because lord knows I don't want to be caught having a conversation with another dude online about cats. I also know that this comment will bring ridicule from Buzz, and I just don't want to give him an edge right now, because we're comment warring.
However, your cat looks just like my cat.
There, I said it. And for the record, Heather agrees (hear that blogosphere? I'm dating a WOMAN! I have a cat and I'm dating a woman!), to the point that she made this declaration upon seeing your blog for the first time:
"Look, it's Sophie's Evil Twin! Or Good Twin... hmm..."
Now it is done. No, I won't trade cat pics with you, so please don't ask.
KP
The Enforcer asked me why Wiley had pictures of Sophie on his blog. Scary resemblance between the two cats. Both are black and white, both are over weight, and both are owned by dudes. Seperated at birth I tell you.
I could say to Kenny:
"Yeah, but at least my cat is a male." but I won't.
I could also say: "Buzz, don't even think of any funny comments, because, i'm not the one that had his picture taken all around town in a red dress", but I won't.
I could also say to anyone who thinks I may be ... well you know*... "a) I challenge you to meet Pippin and not tell me he's the coolest cat you've ever met, and b) I own a dog, who's never lost a fight. " but I won't say that either.
I'll just keep those thoughts to myself.
* Not that there's anything wrong with being a... well... you know.
My dad has a gay lover named Hank.
See what I mean: I straight up opened the door to that.
But honestly, what kind of person uses a fake cat profile to talk crap?
What's next, a verbal barrage from "Geoffrey," the garage gecko? Hardcore insults from "Betty," the burned out baby bird?
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