FuzzBrothers

He’s not upset. Just getting ready to move from the blanket to the giant pillow for a nap with brother.

A low bar indeed. No promise we’re going to like the answer, tho. Note the furrowed, fuzzy brow and the, oh wait, he just curled up and dozed off.

Mackers is gonna let us know when he gets it all figured out. He’s thinking real hard just now.

The recording may need to wait until I reach the level of mediocrity to which I aspire, but I’ll maybe try to something for the sake of comic relief. We could all use that.

Cat dinner, on the other hand, waits for no man.

There will be NO guitar playing until dinner is served!

Mom’s lap is the new favorite sleeping spot.

Belly rubs to start the weekend.

Cat csi: accused of stealing rubber gasket from kitchen. Evidence: “cause he likes playing with things like that.” Solved: gasket found a second later on drying rack. (Request made on his behalf for apology; request rebuffed; negotiations ongoing) #catsofbluesky #cats

And to you as well!

Thankful for brothers (and giant pink pillows) #cats #catsofbluesky #blackcats

He’s good. When I come into the family room in the mornings, sometimes I don’t even realize he’s there at all until my wife pats him and I recognize his characteristic “resonance”

Lap cat master of camouflage.
#catsofbluesky, #cats

Tuesday morning. Mackers has arrived to commune over a cup of coffee

These are some very good black cat pics!

Scuppers does not care about the pea (he would like to eat it), but he does find the camera man very irritating.

Mackers continues his experiments with upsidedownedness.

Mackers would like everyone to know that he is a boy cat, albeit one with very refined sensibilities, and doesn’t appreciate me referring to him as “princess”

Princess Mackers is still convinced there’s a pea under the mattress

Mackers gets his evening rub-down

😂

A heart with four pointy ears!

They’re looking at me like that cause I just dove in there for some fuzz therapy, and they’re afraid I’m going to do it again. Serious affront to cat dignity.

Exactly. Whiskers, wherever they pop up, seem to be attached to big nerves.

The Fuzzbrothers are conserving energy thru the long Saturday afternoon vigil until dinner time, after which they will burst into action for an hour or two, and then start conserving energy during the long night vigil until breakfast time. It’s a precarious existence.

lol. This cat can be handled every which way with complete calm. Total mush pie. But don’t touch that whisker!

See that weird whisker sticking out of his shoulder? Go ahead and mess with it. Go ahead. See what happens to your finger.

!!!

I had to wake him up this morning. Cause he was sleeping on my fleece jacket. Which I needed. Cause it was cold out there! Why am I the bad guy here?

Mackers the lap cat.

It’s a tongue-out tuesday, whiskers Wednesday twofer.