More Uses for Blankies

Ms. C: I was sitting at my desk, typing away at something. Mr. R was behind me, talking to Stygia. The next thing I heard was him exclaiming, "Kitty Burrito!!" And he lifted this towards me:

Side view:

I don't think Stygia quite approved of Mr. R's maneuver, but she got lots of extra pattings and lovin' for her trouble. It sure was a new way to use those blankies!

I will have to tell Ms. J that the cats have made decisions about which blankie belongs to whom. The newest one now belongs to Stygia. Abby Normal has reserved the original one for her own use. They are wonderful and much loved by the cats! Thanks again, Ms. J!

Where do YOU sleep?

Stygia: Where do you sleep? Well, last night I found my way into a suitcase that was slightly open. In case you think this was an easy thing, think again. I got halfway in, and that darn Abby came up and started sniffing my undertail area; I admit, I panicked a bit. I lost my footing. It took me at least a whole 'nother minute to haul the rest of myself into the suitcase, and Mr. R had the nerve to laugh at my efforts.

But I got in. And it was good.

A much safer bet is being in repose next to a pair of Ms. C's smelly socks, as you can see here:

From this position, it's easy not only to gaze at Ms. C doing whatever she is doing, but also to keep my senses open to what kind of trouble Abby could be concocting now.

Abby: For those of you who have been left with the idea that I am a classless cat from Stygia's tale above, just check out the unaltered photographic evidence to the contrary:


Here I am, swaddled in an Italian silk scarf, atop a plush down blankie. Can you think of anything more classy and better-scented than natural silk and down? OK, I agree, Ms. C's socks are not that bad, but I have class! No matter what she says.