Nimbus: And it's so not fair! I came in dead last! How can this be? How can I NOT be the most photographed cat in this house! I'm the model here!
Curzon: Don't feel bad sport, I wasn't far ahead of you.
Jadzia: Nope, for once, I was the most photographed cat in this house! It's about time!
M: Now let's be fair, Nimbus. You are still by far the most photographed cat in this house. Easily. There isn't any competition there. And this doesn't include any shots with your uncle or mother in it. These are just the individual shots.
J: I can't help I'm prettier than you boys!
C: Prettier yes, but handsome outweighs prettiness. It's so, eh, feminine! I don't want to look feminine. My handsomeness rules the world, makes grown women swoon, makes girls coo and squeak, and makes grown men talk funny.
N: Some men. Other men you tend to scare quite well.
C: I have to protect mom! She's all we got!
N: What about the other human?
C: Well, yes, we got him first. But see, we remember the days before him. Mom was first. Mom saved my life and reunited me with your mom.
N: But the other one, the one she calls "Mr. Cat" here, saved her life!
C: Yes, and in turn, saved all of ours, especially yours ya little runt. But mom holds a special place in my heart, just like Mr. Cat does in yours.
J: All this mushiness... From grown mancats! Geez! Just admit it... You're a mama's boy, bro... And Nimbus is a daddy's boy.
M: And you're our li'l pumkin! Our little cuddlebug! Our li'l queenie! Our little snuggle kitty!
J: Oh I am no snuggle kitty! I may CHOOSE to lay with you but you're not forcing it on me, unlike big brother.
M: We don't force you to do ANYTHING - except taking medicine.
N: Hey, we got off track here! The point is, I'VE BEEN NEGLECTED!
C: Oh grow up, rugrat. Like mom said, you've been photographed probably more than both of us COMBINED.
J: It doesn't help us that mommy doesn't have our kitten pictures but your whole life has been documented!
C: But sis, remember, mom has tons of memories no human can take or keep away from her.
J: Like you getting woofie baths!
C: And you eating the christmas tree and getting sick!
J: At least I didn't let some big woofie make me stink so bad I had to get a water bath!
C: At least I didn't run outside and then freak out and make mom worry and stress over getting me back inside like she did with YOU!
N: You both were bad! I wouldn't dream of doing that! Not any of that! Mom didn't have to litterbox train me or any of that stuff that stresses humans out!
C: Because you had us to teach you. Our momcat was what humans call a "stray" - we lived outside. We had to hide to stay dry during storms and cuddle together at night to stay warm until our bean rescued us. You, on the other hand, haven't barely gotten even wet other than when mom bathes you.
M: Oh please, you make it sound like you had it so hard. You were out on the streets no more than 2 months before I rescued you two off the streets. If I had my way back then, I would've had your momcat too, but she couldn't be found. It worked out better this way though. You two grew up very nicely too, even though you both were a bit difficult, but that's normal. It's not like Nimbus was exactly the easiest, his slip-ups were just funnier! You've grown into a mighty fine alpha mancat, Curzon, and I'm very proud of you. And Jadzia, I had no idea you'd turn into such a gorgeous queenie, much less would be such a nurturing mama yourself. I'll never forget the day I reunited you two, or the antics you two played on each other - and me! Just like Nimbus was quite the silly kitten, you two were extremely silly too!
N: Curzon silly? Oh I gotta hear this!
M: Yep, as a kitten Curzon tried to climb up my leg like it was the post... And the twins used to box like kangaroos to the point once Jadzia had Curzon pinned on his back!
J: I remember that and it was so much fun!
C: You weren't much smaller than me back then. There's no way you could do that to me now.
J: That doesn't mean I can't kick your rear end up and down the apartment.
C: You wouldn't dare.
J: Keep pushing me and I'll show you!
N: Hey you two! Quit it!
M: And there's the mice that Jadzia kept bringing me still alive... And the one Curzon wouldn't give me... And the toilet paper shredding, the running so hard it sounded like a herd of elephants instead of the two kittens it was in reality... LMAO.
C: At least I didn't run head-first into doors -
J: Or try to eat bar soap like Nimbus did!
N: Hey it tasted good! And that's what the ol' skull is for, Curzon. It didn't phase me one bit.
C: I'm not so sure about that.
N: I could so kick your butt...
C: Yeah, right... Bunnykick maybe.
N: So I much prefer wrasslin' on my back. It's much more comfy. And I'm so much stronger than you, the bunnykicks work just fine.
C: But paw for paw, I so beat you anytime I want to!
N: If you can catch me first, fat boy.
M: Uhm, Nimbus... You're bigger than he is.
N: MOM! Shush!
M: I think all of you need to shush and relax a little bit.
N: Yeah! My turn to take care of mom anyways!
C: I guess I'll go out on guard duty.
J: Let me know when Mr. Cat comes home so I can beat you to greet him!
N: I'll be right here... Zzzzzz.....
P.S.: For the record, the final tally (not including the multiple-cat pics and the trash ones) for the recent pics are 150 of Jadzia, 135 of Curzon, and 128 of Nimbus. But there's a bunch on the camera stick from the last week or two that I haven't pulled off and won't until I finish getting these sorted out. And yes, Curzon did his job quite well. My headache is gone for now. But Nimbus is starting to worry me. Even with the antibiotics, he's not coming down. He may be getting a vet appointment soon unless he stabilizes and starts coming down SOON.
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