Archive for December, 2011

little bundle of fur

Thursday, December 29th, 2011

dec. 27, 2011

yes, there’s a pattern forming here.

before i shut off the tv and tried to catch some Zs, the tiny curled up ON my chest to sleep. her whiskers were tickling my face, but i didn’t want to move for fear she’d get spooked and bolt. there are few things better than snuggling with the tiny.

kirk wasn’t yet in bed, so the pooper decided he’d take over that side of the bed. he, of course, had to move about an hour later… and he once again took up residence on my feet. such a good pooper!

and the tiny… she’s just a cuddle bug. i’ve never had a cat that cuddles at night the way she does. i can’t pick her up and hold her like i can with the big cat; it has to be on her terms, so it makes me SO happy to know she’s comfortable enough to curl up with me. i feel like i’m protecting her, and i hope she knows i’ll never let anything happen to her.

i hope it means something to her that i let her sleep on me; it means SO much to me that she does it… and it’s the sweetest thing.


tiny “scarf”

Thursday, December 29th, 2011

dec. 22, 2011

i woke up in the middle of the night to discover a “scarf” — the exact size, shape, warmth and cuteness of a tiny, fuzzy, cuddly purring baby rhia — draped over my neck. it was better than any dream.

once i realized the tiny was snuggling with me, i hugged her and pulled her closer… and she just purred.

that little cat is six solid pounds of pure love


… and then came chet…

Thursday, December 29th, 2011

december 7, 2011

tiny was a-snooze next to me, and the pooper was manning his post — at my feet.

and then chet came to investigate.

the tiny cat doesn’t like the dogs; i don’t know if she’s afraid of them necessarily, but they’re SO much bigger than she is, so i can understand her hesitation with wanting to befriend them. instead, she hisses at them — and runs… even if she’s curled up next to mom.

this particular night left me with a few scratches from tiny’s freddy krueger-like razor claws. sigh.





december 1, 2011

Wednesday, December 28th, 2011

i sometimes wake up in the middle of the night with fuzzy beasties curled around me. it’s awesome.

this is a diagram of the sleeping arrangements from dec. 1, 2011. the dogs were on the floor; kirk was to my right. but the cats… they OWN this bed