We took in a foster cat this week and I can’t tell you how much joy he is giving me. He is a grade A beefcate with zero neck and a delicate little meow like the tinkling of a bell. Here he is completely owning John’s desk area. John took his work and moved TO THE FLOOR.
He likes his tummy rubbed?! I’ve never met a cat who likes that. Every cat I’ve ever known would tolerate ONE TO ZERO TUMMY PETS before TOTAL HAND ANNIHILATION. This dude fell asleep while I was petting his tummy.
The name he came with is Grayson, which is hilarious because it sounds like he owns a yacht. Pal has been calling him Rhino and I’ve been calling him Adso and John refers to him as “Mr. Grayson” because I guess he’s our work-from-home boss now.
If he had a podcast (and don’t worry, we won’t let him start one) it would be called The Silver Empanada and he would just discuss the fact that he smells great (he doesn’t but it’s ok).
Please enjoy this footage of a dangerous predator making their kill, scored by Pal’s wordless singing in the background.
As I am no longer permitted to do my regular work, my new boss has promoted me to the position of cheek scratcher and appreciator of his very heavy lap steps.
As Sekhmet is my witness, I shall destroy you, pink jingle bird!
There is an evil snake attached to his butt and he must kill it.
This is the cat perch my childhood cat used! My mom and I fixed it up and put an extra tower on it and some fresh jute, for Rhino’s amusement. Here he is doing a strotch upon it.
He watch, he peer.
Local rhinoceros absolutely bedeviled by brief adornment of cute little collar.
Beefiest boy teensiest mew
He takes up approximately 75% of the bed, sleeping fully perpendicular to human legs, and you know what, he deserves it.
He peep
His lil cat arms can only reach so far into the pull-ups box.
Working hard at my desk this morning.
Meeps