Meet Hershey. She’s the genius of the three. Just yesterday she sat waiting in the bathtub for someone so she could lead that person to her water bowl which was not on the floor. I was the one who found her. I left the bathroom and she bounced out next to me trying to steer me in the direction of her feeding station. She cut me off at the bottom of the stairs which forced me to veer right and I just happen to see, “Oh. You want water.” I resent being trained.
The critters all want to snuggle into places much too small to accommodate them. This is how Hershey ended up stuck in a lunch bag. When she realized her ample body would not fit, she tried to back out. That’s when I walked in. Just in time to save her dumb ass from falling off the table (which she’s not supposed to be on anyway!).
This is Van Gogh below. He’s gross. I had set the pot on the stove to dry overnight. When I came down the next morning….
I left for work after taking the picture. He does look cute curled up in the soup pot, but I was irritated that I’d have to rewash the pot. Three hours later:
In a tiny basket…Grrrr, bad kitty on the table:
In the bread box…Grrrr, bad kitty on the counter:
Who sleeps across a toilet seat?!?
What you can’t see is that his eyes are closed, and he’s drooling. Ew.
Finally, there’s Jefferson aka Jeffy. This is a total schadenfreude moment for me. I love her death rolls. She thinks she’s an alligator.
(Don’t judge my grout. It was old. It’s been replaced since the video was shot.) 😛