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It's What We Cats Do

 It's not uncommon for me to go upstairs and curl up for a nice long nap on mom and dad's bed, and one day recently dad came up and found me wedged comfortably between their pillows.

With some of the temperatures we've had lately, I figured this was a good spot for me to tuck myself away all toasty-cozy to snooze away the day.

Dad says I look grumpy. Do I look grumpy? Do I care?

And while we're on the subject of snoozing, dad wanted to toss in some pictures of me nodding off on the footrest.

Nothing spectacular, I tried to tell him, but apparently, he and mom had a good giggle watching me fall asleep this one night, my head slowly, slowly sliding downward and off the edge of the footrest.

If this is their idea of entertainment, I'd say they need to get out more, wouldn't you?

Grouchy Not Grouchy

 One of dad's regular duties each week is dropping off packages for shipping, and one of the places he frequents the most is Popcorn Packers right across the river in Lambertville, NJ. Dad apparently looks forward to going there because there's a resident 4-legged old fart who's usually curled up in his bed on a shelf at the back of the store.

This is Oscar, and as dad tells it with an intense glare in my direction, he is anything BUT a grouch and is just the sweetest, most loving, cuddly 16- or 17-year-old ginger man cat. He's a former feral who has apparently learned over his many years to relish human attention and dad says Oscar eats it up like it's going out of style. When dad walks over to him he stretches his weary old bones and steps out of his bed, craning his neck down so dad can give him scritches and rubs. Of course, I don't see any proof of all this hooey, and dad's most likely just trying to make me feel bad since I'm not exactly what one could call "cuddly".

 We're all different, you know? Whatever. So yeah, this is Oscar. Yay. I must be softening in my old age 'cause I didn't give a rhinoceros's butt when dad said he wanted to share about Oscar. Smudge out.

The Christmas Gift Follow-up

 refusing to surrender in defeat and accept that ol' smudge just wasn't the playful type and had no interest in her new toy, one recent evening the dad removed the circular scratcher from the toy, flipped it over, sprinkled it afresh and set it in the middle of the living room floor. After Smudge approached it and gave it a cautious initial sniff, the dad bubbled over with joy as he watched her plop herself atop the thing and lick it like a crazed lady cat. as she rubbed her chin and cheeks into the 'nip scented cardboard, the dad smiled, pleased with himself, snapping photo after photo like a proud pop.

Pleased with herself for making her dad happy and somewhat worn out after showing her playful side, smudge did what her dad says she does best.

Final Footnote: This last photo has nothing whatsoever to do with this post. The dad simply has an overabundance of pictures of Smudge sleeping and decided to use one here.