If you own cats, you know that they demand photo’s be taken of them in stupid positions.
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First of all, this is Bubbles receiving a head scratch, well, until we started holding her ears down obviously, to make her look dumb. She doesn’t mind! She just loves having her head scratched so she’ll let you get away with pretty much anything as long as you don’t stop. |
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Fiz just can’t help but climb into bags. Anywhere, any time, any bag. She loves them. She’ll sit in them for hours if she can, just watching the world of non-bag go by. |
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Here our two cats spend some quality time ‘together’. They kind of tolerate each other, proximity to food calms them down (the only time they’ll sit next to each other is while they eat), but once out in the garden, there has to be a regulation 10 feet between them otherwise it’s war. |
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This is Fiz’s second favourite place to sleep, on Grete’s shoulder like some demented parrot. She walks all over Grete’s desk, face, shoulders, head and lap until Grete finally relents and lets he lie like this. It only ends when Grete’s arm is so numb she can’t hold it there any longer. |
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And here was have Fiz’s first favourite place to sleep. On the back of the sofa in the lounge, which usually has some kind of blanket draped over it, while we sit on the sofa and watch TV. She stretches out her full length and slowly slips behind the cushions, pushing us further and further off the sofa. Sometimes it takes her minutes to actually crawl back out of there when we get up to leave. |
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Despite the fact that the whole house is cat friendly and there’s a lot of soft furnishings, the cats just love to kip in awkward places. Bubbles is sleeping on the third shelf of the unit in the dining room, mere inches from the top of their soft, plush cat furniture, and on top of a bunch of pointy plastic miniatures (HeroQuest)! They both take turns kipping here, especially when it’s raining outside for some reason. |
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Bubbles just loves the sun! This is her in the middle of the year taking in some rays, on her back, looking fat as usual. She lies like this, with her fluffy tummy on show until you’re dragged in and forced to tickle her, at which point she closes all four paws on you like some demented furry Venus fly-trap and savages your arm. |
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And lastly Bubbles, in the cat-pike position. Back legs out straight, front legs grabbing them, head tucked in. Only the Russian judge gives her less than a 10.0. |
Awwwwww… I like the tummy ones best!!