Well, I promise not to make a habit of this, but I got some pictures of our cat Sunday that just had to be shared. Isaac is our fourteen-year-old tabby. He is essentially my shadow. Where I go in the house, he follows. On Sunday, he and I assumed our usual positions for watching the Chiefs game.
Being a striped cat, Isaac is partial to the Bengals, but by the third quarter, he grew bored with the thrashing the Bengals were giving the Chiefs. So Isaac decided to go for a little catnip action with the new catnip mouse I got him the day before. After a couple of minutes of flopping back and forth on the mouse and covering it with cat slobber, he struck this pose.
I talked to him and tried to get a rise out of him, but he just laid there motionless with a glazed look in his eyes (kind of like Trent Green after getting whacked in the third quarter.) He had thoroughly drugged himself into a catnip coma. A Bengals win and catnip. He was in cat heaven.
You should also know that Isaac is often a ghost contributor to this blog. He is an expert in escatology and is well-versed in the catechisms. Although somewhat of an Emergent feline, he has found little use for dogmatics. The annoying thing is that even using paws, he makes fewer typos than I do.
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