Thursday, April 15, 2004
More true tales of Tango the Wonder Kitty
Tango likes the dog more than he likes me. An example: the other day, I was sitting on the couch with Tango curled up on my lap, purring contentedly. Then Shasta, my rottweiler, got up on the other end of the couch and laid down. Tango saw that, ditched my lap, and went and plopped himself right between Shasta's front legs, underneath her chin. He never even looked back.
I didn't get a picture of that one with my digital, but later that day Tango curled up next to the dog again, and this time I was able to sneak away to get my camera without disturbing the... well, I'm not sure what to call it. Click on the picture at right to see the full-sized image.
Notice the smirk on Tango's face. Notice the look of resignation on Shasta's.
Tango lays with Shasta a lot. And Shasta, bless her heart, lets him do it without complaint. She's a sweetheart. Of course, Tango's not the cat she's really rather have lay with her. No, that honor goes to Pesha. I have no idea why, but Shasta just adores Pesha, and follows her everywhere. Pesha, for her part, enjoys the attention and loves to play hard to get. Shasta can spend many long minutes just sitting and staring at the cat. It makes her happy.
But when it comes to snuggles Pesha's not interested, so Tango is going to have to do. I'm glad Tango has a new dog friend, because he was quite attached to my cocker spaniel who passed on last May. All kitties need their own dog, don't they? Tango thinks so, and when he gets an idea in his head, that's the way things are going to be. He knows what "no" means, but he simply doesn't care.
A couple of days ago, I went to scan something on my printer/scanner/copier, and discovered he'd set it to make 11 copies of absolutely nothing. Again. He loves to press the buttons to see what will happen. When he gets paper to start coming out of it, he reaches down from his perch on top and bats at the paper until it falls out of the tray. He then goes back to pressing buttons until it happens again.
And I've well documented his love of shredding toilet paper and paper towels. His ability to be in two places at once is amazing. And once he decides to park himself on or next to you when you're in bed, you can be darned sure he won't be moving anytime soon. He even feels heavier than he really is.
He keeps life interesting. Right now he's prowling around behind me, knocking things over (on purpose) as he goes. Uh oh... looks like he's coming this way for an extended snuggle session. Which means I won't be able to type because I'll have to hold him. Here he comes... he's... he's.... asdfoijopwiejfopjasodfij........................................................
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I didn't get a picture of that one with my digital, but later that day Tango curled up next to the dog again, and this time I was able to sneak away to get my camera without disturbing the... well, I'm not sure what to call it. Click on the picture at right to see the full-sized image.
Notice the smirk on Tango's face. Notice the look of resignation on Shasta's.
Tango lays with Shasta a lot. And Shasta, bless her heart, lets him do it without complaint. She's a sweetheart. Of course, Tango's not the cat she's really rather have lay with her. No, that honor goes to Pesha. I have no idea why, but Shasta just adores Pesha, and follows her everywhere. Pesha, for her part, enjoys the attention and loves to play hard to get. Shasta can spend many long minutes just sitting and staring at the cat. It makes her happy.
But when it comes to snuggles Pesha's not interested, so Tango is going to have to do. I'm glad Tango has a new dog friend, because he was quite attached to my cocker spaniel who passed on last May. All kitties need their own dog, don't they? Tango thinks so, and when he gets an idea in his head, that's the way things are going to be. He knows what "no" means, but he simply doesn't care.
A couple of days ago, I went to scan something on my printer/scanner/copier, and discovered he'd set it to make 11 copies of absolutely nothing. Again. He loves to press the buttons to see what will happen. When he gets paper to start coming out of it, he reaches down from his perch on top and bats at the paper until it falls out of the tray. He then goes back to pressing buttons until it happens again.
And I've well documented his love of shredding toilet paper and paper towels. His ability to be in two places at once is amazing. And once he decides to park himself on or next to you when you're in bed, you can be darned sure he won't be moving anytime soon. He even feels heavier than he really is.
He keeps life interesting. Right now he's prowling around behind me, knocking things over (on purpose) as he goes. Uh oh... looks like he's coming this way for an extended snuggle session. Which means I won't be able to type because I'll have to hold him. Here he comes... he's... he's.... asdfoijopwiejfopjasodfij........................................................
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