By request, a Tunch picture. Here he is being man-handled LADY-HANDLED by my Lady Friend. This is one of the few moments she has clothes on RAWR!
Who’s a pudgy kitty? Who’s a pudgy kitty? TUNCH IS!
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Ladyfriend
ZOMG… cleavage and pussy in the same pic of me. This oughta satisfy the horde. lol
redshirt
Hmm. Now I think there’s somehow no sexy time. For sad.
taylormattd
Wait, Tunch is in that picture? Didn’t notice.
Linda Featheringill
Ahhhh. Tunchie has met his mistress. How nice!
Hi, Ladyfriend.
Citizen Alan
He looks like an ottoman with paws and a head! Han Solo could ride him around Hoth!
Narcissus
That cat is so cute I almost didn’t notice the cleavage
MoeLarryAndJesus
That cat needs his own zip code.
Yutsano
Proper authoritahs alerted.
Oh and TUNCHKITTEH!!
handy
Look at the size of
thatthose thingsDonut
Tunch is wearing that fine-line cat expression that says, “I love you loving me so much that I’m going to swat you, gnaw on your hand, and possibly try to claw your eyes out…”
300baud
With a little more work you’d have a fine Cats n’ Racks submission:
http://cuteoverload.com/tag/cats-n-racks/
Yutsano
@Donut: “Hairless ape iz tasteh!!”
Another Halocene Human
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
My cat has not evolved to throat skritches yet. She will let you rub her head. She has learned that she likes this and will actually solicit it for several minutes before nipping and swatting you, just to let you know where you stand, not in a mean way.
danah gaz
TUNCH!!! yay. =)
Valdivia
Adorable Tunch is adorable. Your Ladyfriend seems to know what she is doing!
stickler
While I’m also dying to know … well, mildly curious about our host’s love life, I have to admit that his description of the lamb shanks recipe has me inspired. I even looked up the Mavlkreiugnzeusce he mentioned. Mmmm – braised lamb shank with wine & herbs.
Lamb shanks: it’s what’s for dinner, tomorrow night, thanks to this wonderful blog.
dance around in your bones
Tunch really IS a huge fellow, isn’t he? I hope he didn’t crush Ladyfriend’s
ladybitslap.Sorry if that was offensive – nice to meet part of you, LF ;)
Yutsano
@Valdivia: Ni hao ma! You still hiding in Shanghai?
suzanne
With his tail positioned like that, Tunch looks like he is, um, pleased to make Ladyfriend’s acquaintance…
TheMightyTrowel
I thought Sarah PT was the only one who posted pr0n on this blog! Tits and pussy in one pic and all above the fold! I am outraged.
? Martin
Cole seems much happier ever since the DNC trip. Good deal.
Apparently he just needed to find a ladyfriend large enough that she can comfortably hold a small moon in her lap.
Opie_jeanne
@suzanne: I thought the same thing.
Ladyfriend
@dance around in your bones: Thanks for being so considerate of me, but really, I wouldn’t be hanging out with Cole if my sensibilities were that delicate.
This is NOT, however, license to assume that my ladyparts are BJ-Commentariat’s communal property.
Hrm… Now that I think about it… yeah, it’s probably best if ya’ll go ahead and assume I have delicate sensibilities that are easily offended and may result in Cole getting a Mean Look on accounta you.
Yes, go with that.
TheMightyTrowel
(FYWP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Mnemosyne
@Donut:
Nah — Tunch is a lover, not a biter.
Keaton will let me (but only me) rub his soft underbelly, and Annie absolutely DEMANDS that we do it for 20 minutes at a time (and then goes to the other hairless monkey and complains that she is terribly lonely and neglected so she can get another 20 minutes of belly rubs).
Charlotte’s nickname is “Miss Bitey,” so you can guess what her reaction is to a belly rub of more than 30 seconds.
amk
Question is which one is bigger?
Yutsano
@? Martin: That’s no moon…
Steeplejack
Me likey!
Mnemosyne
BTW, Cole, if your “Ladyfriend” turns out to be a sister or cousin and not someone you could legally have sex with, we would all be squicked out retroactively. Return of the Jedi-level squicked out.
This will be your only warning.
Redshift
Pleased ta meetcha, Ladyfriend!
black onion
What are these clothes you claim Tunch is wearing?
? Martin
@Mnemosyne:
You do realize he lives in West Virginia, right? I think you’re safe no matter who ladyfriend is, so long as they don’t cross into Maryland.
cbear
@Ladyfriend:
Uh, um, Ladyfriend, you might consider having Cole do just a wee bit of editing on your comment—maybe consider adding a “y” in there somewhere.
Unless, of course, you meant exactly what you wrote—which will give us all a whole new perception of Cole’s longtime bachelor status.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that….
Donut
@Mnemosyne:
Yeah, maybe he is a lover. Tunch remids me of my sister-in-law’s cat (who recently passed – RIP Theo), who was only slightly smaller than Tunch, maybe, who would seek out that kind of loving. He could stand about thirty seconds before he’d don that same expression, and then try to kill you. Then he’d run away, and then he’d be back every few minutes to do it again.
Mnemosyne
@? Martin:
Safe from the law, but not safe from angry fans who now find key scenes to be filled with creepy incest vibes and not cute romantic banter.
dance around in your bones
@Ladyfriend: Ack! Ack! I assume anyone who hangs out with Cole has to have TOUGH sensibilities.
Have fun, you two – in whatever fashion. Just don’t let that cat squash you like a bug.
bago
Heh. I just dealt with a similar situation, but the only clothing involved was latex. Curious kittens are a mood altering substance.
Mnemosyne
@? Martin:
D’oh! You tricked me into moderation!
I should probably head off to sleep since Charlotte keeps trying to herd me into the bedroom so she can sleep properly (ie propped up on my legs and/or butt).
Ladyfriend
lol… Ok, this is what I get for talking. NO MORE TALKING FOR ME.
dance around in your bones
@Ladyfriend: This IS a rough crowd….please be assured we all have the best of intentions but simply cannot resist the snark ;)
cbear
@Ladyfriend: Don’t be so hard on yourself, we’re all adults here.
Ladparts, ladyparts, they’re all just parts, everybody’s got some of one kind or another.
And, hey, as long as you two kids are having fun—who are we to judge?
Narcissus
Hey will somebody rub my belly and ladparts
Mnemosyne
@Donut:
With most cats, the game is, “Look at my soft, pettable underbelly … CHOMP!” But some cats are into the belly rubs.
I still miss my late great Boris, who did like belly rubs but would also do this thing where he would hold my hand very gently between his teeth and then rabbit-kick my arm so we could “wrestle.” Our current cats get a little too enthusiastic about the biting part, but Boris never got carried away.
Bnut
@cbear: It’s all the same.
scav
His Tunchness was no doubt eclipsing the Y in lad(y)parts.
CAfan
Excellent news here. Ladyfriend not only knows how to treat a cat, and presumably a fellow, she has a lovely sense of humor too! Very necessary to keep you all in line, snarky lot that you are.
Sarah, Proud and Tall
Eeeeeeeeee! Foofy kitty.
Steeplejack
Scene: John Cole’s boudoir.
COLE: Are you coming to bed?
LADYFRIEND: Yeah. Well, I . . .
COLE: Is anything wrong?
LADYFRIEND: It’s just . . . the cat.
COLE. He’s fine. He always does that.
LADYFRIEND: No, I mean . . . how do I, uh, actually get in the bed?
COLE: Oh. Tunch! Move, goddamn it! Scrunch up, boy!
LADYFRIEND: But he doesn’t—
COLE: He’s fine. You’d better get in before he spreads back out.
LADYFRIEND: Okay. If I put my leg over—
ROSIE: Grr!
COLE: Rosie! Goddamn it!
LADYFRIEND: Does she always do that?
COLE: She likes to sleep down by my legs. But she’s fine. She doesn’t usually bite unless I turn over suddenly.
LADYFRIEND: Oh, well . . .
COLE: Do you have enough room?
LADYFRIEND: I think so. Is there any way to . . .?
COLE: Lily likes this side! She has to sleep under my armpit on this side.
LADYFRIEND: Okay, okay. What about Tunch?
COLE: He’s fine. Don’t worry about him. Oh, you mean . . . well, he’ll get on my head after a while.
LADYFRIEND: On your head?
COLE: Yeah.
LADYFRIEND: Okay, I think I’m in. Anything else I should know?
COLE: No, everything is fine. This is great, isn’t it? I’m really glad you could come.
LADYFRIEND: I’ve really enjoyed it. I—
ROSIE: Grr!
LADYFRIEND: Oops!
COLE: Goddamn it, Rosie!
LADYFRIEND: I’m sorry, I thought . . . is that your arm?
COLE: No, I think that’s Lily. My arm is hairier than that.
LILY: Mmr-mmr-mmr.
LADYFRIEND: Okay. I’ve got it now.
COLE: Okay. Good night.
LADYFRIEND: Night.
cckids
@Steeplejack: ha!
Uriel
VA-VA-VOOOM!
Also, lady friend seems nice, in her own way…
dance around in your bones
@Steeplejack: DOUBLE HA! Kudos.
kdaug
@Steeplejack:
OFF-CAMERA: A loud sound of twisting metal, followed by the rushing sound of water
LADYFRIEND: What the hell was that?
COLE (rolling out of bed): Christ, not again – have you seen Tunch? (calling) TUNCH!
LADYFRIEND: I think I saw him heading for the bathroom.
COLE: Great. Just fucking great.
COLE, butt naked, half-jogs/half-bounces toward the bathroom
LADYFRIEND: Do you think the belly scratches were a bad idea?
COLE: No, it’s just that I never do that.
A loud THUD can be heard from the bathroom as Cole slips on the wet tile floor.
COLE: Damnit.
bago
Then what the fuck are debates for Mark?
I can’t believe that this didn’t get more media navel gazing. That incident was like a knife cutting the surface of the D.C. Media complex.
Rude.
Valdivia
@Yutsano:
Ni Hao! Very late but I was out for a swim :)
I’m in Hong Kong with the man for one last hurrah (and visiting a friend who lives here).
I. Love. This. City.
Also the wonders of a stench free walk down the street :)
Back for Halloween. Will be sad to go back, though, stench and all. Le sigh.
Arclite
So you haven’t consummated things yet. Who cares? No one cares that you’re taking it slow. Once you get past 40 like us, that’s just the way you gotta roll. It’ll come, it’ll come.
Hmm, prolly coulda worded that better.
Arclite _+2
Arclite
@Steeplejack: 48Steeplejack FTW
Calming Influence
Tunch thought bubble:
[pprrrrrr…this is quite pleasant…It occurs to me that I have refrained from killing Cole in his sleep because he has provided adequate (though minimal for a cat of my stature) food and shelter…prrrrr….yet the Ladyfriend is obviously prepared to provide food and shelter AND sweet sweet petting…pppuuuhhhrrrrrr…come to think of it, Cole seems to distract the Ladyfriend from her petting and food providing duties…..hhmmmmm….I wonder if Cole is sleeping right now….rrrrrrrrrrrrrr…..}
Vigilance, John; vigilance!
Applejinx
Welcome to Balloon Juice, Ladyfriend- you’ll fit in just fine, and you have a big head start with us.
Anybody who’s game for cuddling Cole AND Tunch has to win all the love points with us!
And remember, if you have read all the posts: around these parts, it is cool to say ‘vagina’. It’s even cool to joke around and celebrate the buggers, perhaps even rejoice in the possibility of Cole’s life being enlightened by proximity to one, because that is just our irreverent style. What you will NOT see is any poster implying that you as a person are reduced to fulfilment of biological function, because thanks in part to Angry Black Lady, around here women have serious clout and blog/comment/tease/joke/argue on just the same grounds as the men.
So your wishes are very likely to be honored (by most), whatever they are. Just don’t mistake irreverence for disrespect, and particularly don’t mistake merry crassness for contempt. That would be a tragic misreading of our intent.
<3
Suffern ACE
@bago: you need to focus on appearance not words. Our tv media spends their days getting their makeup done, and your focus should be the same.
Fuck ALL the chickens! (né Studly Pantload, t.e.u.u.)
Tunch!!
Lady
bitsfriend!! (OK, Imma gonna blame ABL [a/k/a, The Angered One] for that li’l slip up, there.)Cole, you treat this lass with the same respect and kindness as you do your quadruped furry fellows, and I should think you’re in for life.
On the other hand, you treat her like you treat us when you’re +eleventy immediately after a Steelers loss, then, well, hope you like sleeping on the porch, which you should be so lucky to have as your worst-case-scenario.
Just sayin’…
abo gato
ahhhh…..I think we can all see why you had your phone off during the rush for your family to find you to let you know about your dad and his thumb.
very good! hi lady friend, we are glad to make your acquaintance!
Ben
Warm kitty, soft kitty, little ball of fur kitty…
Bazinga.
fuckwit
Wow, a post featuring Cole’s new Ladyfriend’s cleavage, in which he shamelessly brags about boning her, and she’s not only unoffended by this, she’s #1 frist commenter on it.
That’s a pretty cool Ladyfriend, who seems not only well-constructed aesthetically (at least in the cleavage department, which is all we get to see so far), but apparently has both the thick skin and acerbic wit to come play in this playground (or mosh-pit, perhaps more accurately).
Good choice, Mr. Cole, ya done well.
PsiFighter37
This thread is full of too much win. What a great piece to wake up and read.
And yes, Steeplejack @ 48 won the Intertubes for the evening with his masterful playwrighting skillz.
danielx
Tunch appears to be either enjoying himself greatly or preparing to execute one of those patented twist-roll-and-leap cat moves.
Ohio Mom
I wasn’t around for the transformation from staunch conservative to reasonable liberal but this one, from Mr. Icognito to I don’t know how to categorize this, has been a wonder to behold. Lovely to see our host so happy.
How’s Dad doing I wonder…
Ash Can
This whole thread is epic. And hats off to Ladyfriend for being such a good sport.
Ohio Mom
I wasn’t around for the transformation from staunch conservative to reasonable liberal but this one, from Mr. Icognito to I don’t know how to categorize this, has been a wonder to behold. Lovely to see our host so happy.
How’s Dad doing I wonder…
Ohio Mom
I wasn’t around for the transformation from staunch conservative to reasonable liberal but this one, from Mr. Icognito to I don’t know how to categorize this, has been a wonder to behold. Lovely to see our host so happy.
How’s Dad doing I wonder…
chopper
oh man, the lolz of this thread. steeplejack, you’re a national treasure.
Jamey
THIS is relevant to my interests…
Josie
Looks like Tunch and John are both quite happy with Ladyfriend. It is a pleasure to see the kitteh so relaxed and to imagine the goofy smile on John’s face. Well done, Ladyfriend!
Biscuits
Tunch! And thank you Ladyfriend for making all the men of Cole house happy.
J.
Best Open Thread ever.
Ash Can
So when’s the wedding? (And no, I’m not talking about Tunch, even though this is in W. Va.)
JenJen
This thread is so money. Welcome, Ladyfriend!
Ecks
@Ladyfriend: On behalf of the horde, let me say, we r satisfied.
Thank ye.
donnah
Welcome, Ladyfriend!
I see that you have found that the way to a man’s heart is through his pets. And stomach. Yay for joining the fray!
stratplayer
Well, it seems Sarah PT has dragged us all down into her smutty little gutter! All this unseemly talk of cleavage and ladyparts, when the subject of the picture is clearly a tubby old cat. Excellent, classic BJ open thread. I love this place!
Tone In DC
In a certain part of West Virginia if Tunch ain’t happy… NO ONE is happy.
And the big cat looks REAL happy to me.
kc
What a big sweetie!
kc
There goes Tunch’s rep as a bad-ass …
schrodinger's cat
Thanks John, for the Tunch pic and Ladyfriend, remember if you rub Kitteh Buddha’s belly three times you can get whatever you wish for.
Meanwhile, Tunch says, all your ladyfriends are belonging to me.
schrodinger's cat
@kc: I know, my bad ass kitteh will never let anyone touch his belly. You better have 911 on speed dial if you attempt it.
What Have The Romans Ever Done for Us? (formerly MarkJ)
John’s so cute when he’s in love. Do you see tiny starbursts when she winks at you? Please say yes.
1badbaba3
Will this become an urban legend like Johnny Carson and Zsa Zsa Gabor? If you know what I mean?
If Ladyfriend likes football, look out and get ready for a BJ wedding-do. She obviously has the approval of He Who Must Be Fed.
Is West Virginia ready for the BJ Community en masse? ‘Cos I have doubts about being ready for West Virginia.
tBone
@fuckwit:
Not to mention titanium knee joints, in order to hold that vaguely cat-shaped bag of suet on her lap. I think she’s a keeper, JC.
Tone In DC
@tBone:
LULz.
All your base (and ladies’ laps) are belong to CATS.
Rosalita
wow, a thread full of awesome. welcome ladyfriend! anyone who makes Cole happy, loves animals and willing to keep up the snark from this commentariat is very welcome indeed.
oh and Steeplejack wins the thread.
AnnaN
Hah – I recognize that cleavage!
Ok. Not really.
Violet
Awww…so cute. I do think that Tunch is merely laying his trap. He’ll play nice and sweet now and then soon…very soon…he’ll show everyone who’s in charge.
Tone In DC
@AnnaN:
LULz… what?
metricpenny
Ooooooooooh. Look at the girls! And Tunch too.
John so deserves a ladyfriend.
Thanks for sharing.
Bulworth
Tunch is looking like his usual well-fed self. Go Tunch!
gogol's wife
@J.:
Yes, and as usual I missed it by sleeping.
Comrade Mary
Hi, Ladyfriend! Congratulations on your happy week Chez Cole, getting to hang with the critters, and giving John the chance to thumb his nose at us.
But I refuse to believe the rollover text on that picture. Tunch does not have a safe word.
hep kitty
Awwwww, wooja wooja wooja! John’s lady friend gives belly rubs. Well, that is, kitteh belleh rubs, far as I know.
Tunch like.
John, I’ll bet you never, ever gives Tunches belleh rubs. No wonder he hates you.
Tunch: “I’ll keep her. You, pig-boy, GET OUT.” nAO.
JoyfulA
If Tunch approves, and he seems to, then I approve.
JCT
So much for Tunch’s rep. All ruined.
The minute I saw the pic on this post I knew this thread would be a great read — grabbed a cup of coffee and got some good grins.
Welcome to the gang LadyFriend – stick around awhile, nothing beats this place at election time.
Uncle Ebeneezer
@ladyfriend: Welcome to the party. Nice dress. I hope for your sake, you don’t get stuck spending your Sundays watching the Steelers with Cole (and I say that as a lifelong black/gold fan.) Although I suppose having someone there for suicide watch is not a bad idea.
hep kitty
I definitely believe John’s lady friend was somebody he met at the DNC convention
LanceThruster
I have been down with the flu but am finally back at work. If I hadn’t been sick, I wouldn’t have been able to spend as much quiet time with my remaining cat, Keba, as I laid her step-sister to rest. Because of all the loving pet companions here at BJ, I thought I’d share the email to her former owner, the one who put me into my palatial estate, my pal, Bernie the Attorney (aka Mike). Thanks to all (whether acknowledged or not) for all the goodwill and support you’ve shown, to me and each other, when life’s trials weigh heavily. You’re a good bunch.
—–
As I am emailing this, Marianne Faithful’s “As Tears Go By” us playing online. What a beautiful tribute to our little grey girl. She got a nice send-off this weekend. It was a truly typically beautiful day.
Lot’s of Love (LOL) from me, and the Lizzie of Love.
—–
Mike & Family,
Thought I’d share with you the details of Lizzie’s memorial service. Our little grey girl got a bit of a Viking funeral send-off Saturday. Through a bit of miscommunication, Lennie dug the grave in a different spot than what I had instructed, but it seems everything happens for a reason and I like this other spot better as you will see why. Lennie dug south of the pine trees along the path to the music room, about halfway up from the spruce tree above the barn shed. The dirt was dry and rocky, but we carved out a nice oval resting spot for her. I put a little clean clay on the bottom, then a bed of pine boughs. Lizzie was lovingly placed resting in a paper bag, and laid to rest with her head toward the house and her feet to the trail as if napping. I covered her shroud with a little more clay, more pine branches, a layer of soil, and a cairn of rocks about a foot below the surface. There was also a long curved deadfall stick from the oak tree as a marker that followed the contours of her resting place perfectly. After the ground has settled, I’ll trim and top the marker off.
This spot holds a lot of meaning for me. Lizzie is ahead of the curve (like her daddy), and around the bend (as we all shall one day be). I see and think of her whenever I look out any window, sit on my hill, or hike on down to the south 40. She’s there with me when I sit on the benches in the shade of the pine trees. She spent most of her days with you on the west side of the house, so it seems fitting her final resting place is along the fence line with Bob, with the beautiful and peaceful high desert opening up before her, and the cooling breezes flowing off the far ridge.
The morning of Lizzie’s burial, I showered and shaved, put on my green army shorts, black sneakers and your black Hawaiian shirt with the brown leaves (I have that exact same shirt but with all green leaves – a lot of our clothes are like that; same only different…brother from another mother). Lennie and I looked like the doctors from M*A*S*H*. We each drank a shot of Black Velvet whiskey and drank a Pacifico in her honor (after pouring her a sip of each). We poured several liters of water in the hole to settle the dirt and start the process and headed back to the house to let the water soak into the soil.
When I came back down to fill in the rest of the hole, there was a little alligator lizard sitting smack dab in the middle of the hole on the cool damp earth, facing down the hill. It skittered away as soon as I got there. The way it almost mirrored her orientation perfectly made me think Lizzie had a little lizard shaman to guide her on her way.
When I found Lennie dug the hole in a different spot, I jokingly said maybe I’ll just tell Mike she’s near the almond tree, but then thought, that’s not how we are. We deal with reality on its own terms. I live in the house that Lizzie built. She is permanently ensconced in the only home she has ever known. For her eulogy, I joked that Lennie killed my cats. Silly passed on a short time after Lennie’s first visit to make preparations for his moving in. This made the office available for reclamation by the human inhabitants. Lizzie passed in the first week Lennie moved in making the upstairs returned to human habitation. When it was just me, I worried constantly about caring for the cats and their different rooms were like managing a feline boarding house. What I now realize, is that they were looking after me. Now that Lennie has moved in and is helping me get the place settled and organized, Silly and Lizzie understood that they could now let go and confidently move on. I am so very grateful for the love and companionship they gave me and they are forever in my heart, and though gone, with me eternally in my new home as they wonderfully eased my transition to this new and remarkable place…my home in the high desert.
I would love to believe that when I die I will live again, that some thinking, feeling, remembering part of me will continue. But much as I want to believe that, and despite the ancient and worldwide cultural traditions that assert an afterlife, I know of nothing to suggest that it is more than wishful thinking.
The world is so exquisite with so much love and moral depth, that there is no reason to deceive ourselves with pretty stories for which there’s little good evidence. Far better it seems to me, in our vulnerability, is to look death in the eye and to be grateful every day for the brief but magnificent opportunity that life provides.
Carl Sagan ~ “In the Valley of the Shadow”, Parade, 10 March 1996
Ash Can
@LanceThruster: What a wonderful tribute. I’m so glad I came back here and happened upon this. Condolences to you and yours, and here’s wishing you a lifetime of good memories.
dance around in your bones
@LanceThruster:
You made me cry, but in a good way. Thank you for that lovely piece of writing about Lizzie.
LanceThruster
@Ash Can:
Thank you so very much for adding your voice to the fond memories.
It means an awful lot to me.
LanceThruster
@dance around in your bones:
Love is the only thing that grows the more you give it away.
Hugs.
asiangrrlMN
@LanceThruster: That’s a lovely tribute to your beautiful girl, Lizzie. May she follow her lizard guide to the other side where she’ll join Silly in play. My deepest condolences to you for the loss of a treasured friend.
@Ladyfriend: Nice to meetcha, Ladyfriend! Don’t mind the ruffians – they’re mostly a good bunch. And, if you handle Cole the way you handle Tunch, I can see why he has you around!
Cole, TUUUUUUUUUNCHIE! Thanks. I needed a pic of my sweetie.
LanceThruster
@asiangrrlMN:
Thank you so much. The following day she had a beautiful butterfly resting on the edge of her plot that flew off as I arrived. I keep seeing things that remind me that she and I are all part of the great cirlce of life and and glad for each and every one that comes into my orbit.
asiangrrlMN
@LanceThruster: She has creatures watching over her–or it’s her way of checking in on you. That’s a wonderful outlook on life you have. ::hugs::
KXB
Frasier – I see, so you’re waiting for cleavage.
Norm – Living for cleavage!
firebrand
Tubby Kitty?
Don’t you mean FAT Kitty? Because Tunch is FAT. FATTY FAT FAT.
I mean, he’s an adorable fatty…but he’s still a fatty.
ThresherK
@LanceThruster: Condolences on your loss. Does the remaining cat miss the other one yet?
And I thought I was the only one who heard that song “My Attorney Bernie”. Is that David Frishberg?
Cris (without an H)
Jeezes, that’s a big freaking cat. I knew he was fat, I didn’t know he was a Canada lynx.
Chris Grrr™
Aaaaaw! Thank you for this picture.
Steeplejack @ 48 = EPIC.
LanceThruster
@ThresherK:
I remember a Bernie the Attorney song but am lost with regards to details.
Oddly enough, all the cats lived as if they were the only ones in the household as they each had their own little quadrant. I divvied my time up evenly amongst them. Keba is my tuxedo female (grey on white) that was my original girl that adopted me 22 years ago in my old San Gabriel Valley home, Sylvester was my tuxedo male (white on black) that adopted me in the same place about 10 years ago, and Lizzie was the grey tabby female (23 yr old legacy cat) that came with the house a year or so ago because she wouldn’t have passed quarantine in NZ to be with Bernie.
Keba is the most low maintenance cat ever, and is happy being the master bedroom cat. She has been giving me extra attention as she sensed my sadness each time after a loss (including two other porch cats that adopted me back at the old place that never made the trip to the new digs).
I always tell all my cats that I am so glad that they are my kitties, and they would get that contented look on thier fuzzy little faces and go back to sleep after I stopped bothering them.
Keba is once again the queen bee of the hive (she’s oblivious to Lennie’s 4 yr old female, “Big Fat Kitty” that bunks with him). BFK’s a very affectionate and outgoing critter so I’ll have cats in transition for some time to come.
A bit of Keba trivia; she got her name because of her coloring. She has a batgirl cowl and a separate grey cape and since she looked like a little ninja, I stole the karate cry from MST3K…Hi-keba!
Anna in PDX
This post is the cutest thing on the Internet right now. And LT my condolences on the loss of your kitty.
LanceThruster
From Bernie the Attorney in NZ…
Beautiful, Lance. Ya done good, my friend, ya done real good. We’re proud of you.
Lizzy could have no better protector and companion in her last days.
Thank you, from the bottom of our hearts.
Love,
Michael, Carol and Leighton
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[Author’s note] – I guess I’ve been misspelling Lizzy’s name all this time.
radd
@Ladyfriend:
So now we are doing “Are you be service”
jokes.Will the pussy needs a brushing.