Waiting for Mom

Non-Christmas Cat

No Christmas for Ms Patches this year either.

Faux Artsy Crap

I put my phone down on the bed and the cat immediately strolled over and sat on it. I used my watch top open the camera and take a pic.

It does not live up to my hopes.

It could be an album cover though.

Eggnog

Patches went so far as to stick her head into Harry’s glass of eggnog, but she didn’t take a drink.

Bedtime

Patches wormed her way in between us and just made herself at home.

She just better hope I don’t roll over. Can you say squish?

Cat Barton

I am trying to come up with a Patches/Hawkeye pun and Cat Barton is the best I have. Sorry. I know it sucks.

We are up to date on Hawkeye.

Carry on.

Model

Patches looks thrilled to see me pointing a camera at her.

Pout babie, pout.

Cat Scratch

I was sitting at my desk a few minutes ago, looking at the Covid-19 numbers for the day (they were bad. Very bad). Patches decided to jump up onto the desk and say hello. Her aim was a little off and one leg missed. It slipped off the desk and onto my leg. Her claws were out. She got me. No broken skin, but ouch.

The other day she got Jen on the shoulder when Jen tried to pick her up (she acts like she HATES being picked up, but she always purrs like crazy when Jen does it. I think she’s just playing hard to get and secretly loves being picked up).

We don’t have to worry about turning into some shitty 70’s rock song, do we?

#sarcasm is a given, okay?