It's by proxy because they're not my cats. I am but a humble blogger who's being shamelessly exploited by nefarious felines with an overpowering hunger for the spotlight.
Never mind that "Who, us?" expression. They'll stop at nothing in their ruthless drive for celebrity. They know I'm helpless in the face of their terminal cuteness. They know a sucker when they see one.
That's Minnie, short for Minerva, on the left. And Tildie, short for Mathilde, on the right. And I'm told they have friends.
Cute lil' buggers. I need to keep this a secret or else my two kittie-girls will use their not-to-be-triffled-with powers of mind control to make me post pictures of them. Thankfully they can't get the dog to get along with any of their nefarious schemes - he's too busy obsessing over the laser pointer. ("Where did the dot go - I know I saw it. Is it under the couch? Nope. The chair? Nope. The fridge? Nope. The couch.... [ad nauseum])
I have a friend who had a Rottweiler who would amuse himself shadow-boxing for hours at a time. One day he got so into it that he put his head through the wall. The dog was fine but the wall was a write-off. Rotts have hard heads.
Hehehe....another good blog enters the world of cat-blogging. Welcome, my friend, welcome. Be thee not ashamed. And about the roattweiler story: wow.
pogge, already they've got an agent. What can I tell you? There's no talking to them any more.
Let me know when they start insisting that all the brown Smarties be removed from the bowl.
pogge,
They're adorable, at least to those of us smitten with genetic ailurophilia.