three ways of looking at a banana by marco

Back from our winter sabbatical

i'm no tumbleweed

look at my little cat feet

i voted

to go upstairs today

inching our way to inter-cat peace

Marco has been upstairs for three days now. Only for short times, but Pasha is getting used to it, albeit with a watchful eye.

if i was human, i'd be johnny cash

 
 
 

Marco at rest

Marco: This is my ranchito in the sky

Just so you know.

Cat on a hot tin (20 ft high) ladder

Marco sez: you lookin' at me?

Return to normalville

Marco: I like this afghan. It cradles me in soft warmth. I want to sleep now so please stop flashing that light in my eyes. Meeeah.












Pasha: I am on my silk sheeted bed receiving your presence. But I will only cooperate for a moment and because you have chosen a good filter for photographing my best side. Well, let's face it, all my sides are plein de grandeur.

When Pasha's not looking, I play with her scratchy catnip box

I'm just a little dude looking for fun.














Look at how BIG my eyes get














See me roll and assume the cuddle position















It gets tiring after a while... all this play

It's been a month

Marco: I'm used to you, are you used to me?




















Pasha: No. I will never share my space easily. But you seem to be harmless. Wait, I hate you. Grrrrrrr.

Marco is embracing his sense of play

Little Dude Abides

Grounded: Pasha and Marco have lost posting privileges

They are grounded from using the computer this week.
Why? Well, they know why. And let's just say it's about showing some decency and compassion to one's sibs.

In other news, this editor and cat translator has learned that:

• Marco is easy to call "Little Dude." As in Big Lebowsky Dude. And he is a miniature version of his human father. 'nuff said.
• Pasha makes the most horrific noises when she is scared and then wets herself a little. And she lives in a Groundhog Day (the movie) world where every morning starts the same as in, there's not another cat here... and then the truth sets in and things get ugly.

Using our spirit animals to ward off evil sibling cats

Marco: I have this pink salamander thingie. Never seen one of these before. But it keeps the puffball from entering my sleep orbit. And I have funky dreams.














Pasha: What fresh hell is this duck that quacks so plaintively. I will look away for to look at it would validate its worth in my life. Quack, hmph!

tabby tails and tattle tales

Playing with "cat" toys is so boring. I prefer to play with your mind.





















I'm curious and I don't want you to see what I'm looking at. Focus on the tail.















I like to tuck my lithe tail near my feet when I cuddle.















Dude, I am not going to open my big green eyes when you keep sticking that flash in my face.