all things physical

this terd REFUSES to be held.

how is it that i, of ALL people, have a cat that staunchly protests ANY FORM of physical affection. ME! one who is all things physical!

...and yet i love him so dearly. (shaking head)

a gentile feline

i've got myself a "gentleman" living with me. =)

home alone

i've been gone for the past two days so i decided to stop home for lunch to check on george. normally, whenever i enter the front door, george comes running up, BEGGING to be petted. i walked in and nothing. he was nowhere to be seen. i called for him but there was no furry little creature trotting up to the door expecting to be THOROUGHLY petted. not wanting to jump the alarm-gun too quickly, i hunted around for him while calling "treats!" still no response.

and then i heard it. the teeniest, tinniest, little raspy meow.

george was stuck OUTSIDE! i had let him out in the screened-in porch so he could feel the cool breezes on his fur and apparently NEVER LET HIM BACK IN! TWO WHOLE DAYS ago! he had NO water, NO food, and NO TOILET. i felt completely awful.

he came in and ran straight for his bowl. once he'd had his fill, he didn't move to his water bowl. he didn't go to the bathroom sink. he went STRAIGHT for the SHOWER!

i, of course, obliged him.

simply george

george

george:  "hello. my name is george. and i'm a prima donna."

everyone: "hello george...."

interpretive mirror dance

well... he's at it again. =)

...stealing our hearts,
one interpretive dance at a time.
hahaha.

my boy george

dudes...

all i have to say is that my cat is straight up pimp.

don't judge me.
if you had a cat that looked as good as mine,
you'd feel the same way.

cat crack

mom--this is for you. =D
this is george when he's NOT high on cat nip. hahaha.

horge in motion

here is a glimpse at what traveling with a cat is like... =)

(here, poor george is all looped out from the drugs that we gave him so that he wouldn't have to be awake the whole time. he did eventually fall asleep but this was shot right as they were taking effect. i hated giving them to him.) =(

(it truly amazes me--cats can have to go potty SO bad, but as soon as you put them in a different environment (aka the HIGHWAY... hahaha) they FREAK OUT and refuse to go. who'da thunk i would find a cat who is just as stubborn as i am. hahahaha.)

(here's george. roaming free inside my car. i couldn't wait to arrive so i could vacuum all the cat hair out of my car!)

he had me at meow

meet george--aka horehey, horge, horgehey, mister, puppy... and the list goes on. funny thing is, he responds to all of those names. =)

i first met george many moons ago when i was looking for that perfect gentleman to fill my evenings with hugging, snuggling, no talking back, and just plain unadulterated, unconditional love. enter george. and a pizza box.

he loves to sleep in the sink, at my feet, and now on the black coffee table that shows each and every teeny tiny little white hair he so lovingly leaves behind for bethany. tsst.

he likes long walks around the dinning room table, loves to drink the finest tap water from the bathroom sink, requires a customized nutrition blend of salmon and chicken, and demands his belly be rubbed daily.

i love my george and he is the shnizz. hands down.

george