Friday, June 15, 2007
If cats could talk...
This is my baby, The Goof. Gene named him the day Kristen and I brought The Boys home from shelter. My cat raced around the house, throwing himself hither and yon and doing mid air wirleys.
As you can see,after about 7.5 years, he has slowed down a tad. Goof has his daily ritual. After he gets his early morning snuggle, he walks perimeter around the pool hunting for the intruders...beetles and lizards to name two. Then he retires to E's closet for his mid morning nap unless, like the morning pictured, I didn't make the bed ASAP. He loves to burrow down amidst the covers of the unmade bed. We keep the beach towel on it at night but he is not wild about that.
He eats at six am, eleven, two, and six and probably a lot in between. He has to have ice cubes in his water or he makes his wishes know LOUDLY. Mid afternoon naps occur before and after all meals.
His favorite show is anything Law and Order which he and I often watch together since E is usually sound asleep within 2 min. of his head hitting the pillow. Goof also is fond of the remote...he is a guy, you know.
I can't wait to scrap these pics of him!
(This post is for Auntie Dee2 and Auntie Deb and the Kipster who says I haven't blogged much lately)!