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[rubykatewriting]

My cat Boo never fails to amuse me. He has this habit of running about the place like a wildman, as if he's reliving his failed audition for one of the flying monkeys from The Wizard of Oz. Now, most of the time, he saves this routine as some sort of celebratory dance following a particularly good poop, but it's not the only time he does it. Sometimes, he just feels like a being a nut. But last night he was in fine form, going from one end of the living room and doing this skipping stop, then turning and hauling ass back towards the kitchen. He even had the other cat, poor skittish Prissa-Lynn, carefully inspecting his booty, her ears back in Angry Number Five fashion, as if she was trying to sniff out what the hell came out of him to cause that sort of spazz-out.

Which then reminds me of this T-shirt I saw advertised a few weeks back. It has the dog from Family Guy on it, and he's looking down at this dog sniffing his butt, asking, "Do I know you?"

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[briary-flower.livejournal.com]

Aw. My puppy has a post-poo ritual as well. She races around the yard at top speed, grinning her goofy puppy grin.

Hey! I took her for a walk today, off the leash, on the street (as opposed to the woods) and she totally behaved and even walked to heel. The whole time I was having a fantasy about training her up in agility and entering competitions and stuff. When we got back she was so pleased with herself she had a celebratory footbath in her water bowl.

[rubykatewriting.livejournal.com]

I swear, that Penny - so CUTE!! Actually, that was Misty's post-bath ritual, although it also included doing this slide thing along the grass and/or carpet. There was lots of zipping around involved though.

Yeah, the Misters was just never up for that sort of minding. She simply enjoyed "visiting" with people too much, and by "visiting," I mean, she would run full out at someone, barking like mad so that most thought she was keen on ripping their throat out. But I knew, as did Mom, that it was essentially her form of hello, her oh-my-GOD-would-you-just-look-at-me!-how-cute-and-pettable-am-I? bark. She just couldn't understand anyone not absolutely adoring her. *Sigh* My sweet baby doll.

[briary-flower.livejournal.com]

*sighs in concert* Poor you. I know you're still missing Misty. Those crazy cats better get their asses in gear and give you some extra loving.