Oh Catus Catus!

No this has nothing to do with some genetically modified version of a cactus!

These are serious observations! The very core of evolution could be at stake here.

About puddy-tats
Not that I own any mind you - but after many years I have become an artful observer of the creature "feline". Most of that has been of my flatmate ZuckerBaby's cats. They are named Lucie and Squeak (not their real names since (as T S Eliot reminds us) cats rarely reveal their real names to their humans, and have many more names to confound us with. However, I'm not sure that T S Eliot ever conceived of the possibility that cats might need internet aliases to hide their nefarious night-time activities. And their need to outrageously bid for rotting prawn heads on eBay, and Google for dog porn (sickos).

The least they could do when returning from such prowls is not to jump on my head as they noisily jaunt through my blinds, onto my bedhead, and look for a cosy landing pad. This is my head! It is not a puddy-tat landing fucking pad!!

But you have to give the two little pods a little leeway since their Mum Zuckerbaby is pondering the heights and boiling muddy depths of Middle Earth (formally known as New Zealand).

Just to prove that I've not managed to kill them, starve them, genetically modify them, clone them, or otherwise insult them ... here are some photos of the little beasties doing what they do best - lounge about and complain about how hot it is.

So here is Lucie - posing for the camera as usual, ready for her beauty shot.



And here is Squeak ... not quite so obliging with the camera. Each time you get her attention is an excuse for her to get up and wrap around your legs - completely missing the point of photo-time. But then she only has one brain cell so you can't expect too much more.



OKOKOK - enough with the cute feline poses. But how can you resist taking their photos. I must have more photos of these cats than of humans. Is this saying something about Mighty Ogbo's personality? Probably - but you can fuck off and figure out the psychology of it yourself - and don't bother telling me the results!

But I love the little beasties. Cats have such changeable "I love you, thanks for the food, now fuck right off" sort of personalities. They're the perfect pet for the Me Generation.