Daily Caturday
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Things are grim. I don’t even like opening my paper subscription (still have one) these days. I thought of a thing to do for a nice hit of dopamine: post a picture of my cats once a day (now more or less 5-6 times a week), for the next 4ish years.
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Not my Cat Monday - Fluffy Tail Edition
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Trying not to Fall Asleep Sunday.
A grey snd white tabby sits around waiting, trying hard not to close her eyes.

Angie has a schedule. 11 PM is usually overnight meal time, followed by tucking in the humans time. Except we’re being bad humans right now and making her wait… a couple of minutes. 😳
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A pedophile is a child rapist, so “rapist” covers it more than adequately.
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“I can hide good” Friday.
A grey tabby lurks inside a sink cabinet. If you look closely, you can spot his eyes.
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A bag is just a box with handles Thursday
Grey tabby lying in wait inside an Ikea bag. 

Nick loves bags, especially bags that allow him to lie in wait.
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Reincarnation is real, and whoever runs it is a sick bastard.
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Rethinking my Life Wednesday.
A ticked tabby lies on a bed. Atop the ticked tabby sits a grey tabby. Literally. 

Ashley took to Nick right away. That said, I’m not sure she enjoys Nick literally smushing her into her favorite beds.
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Not my cat Tuesday, neighborhood edition
A ticked tabby with a long tail lies around in an alley. 

I have mentioned here before that my spouse is a cat magnet to neighborhood cats. This makes about, I dunno, 12 cats he’s befriended in our immediate neighborhood? Meanwhile all I ever see on walks are carcasses of birds and/or squirrels. Fun. 

At this rate, the CDS dropping in with a basketful of kittens is a faded, tattered dream for moi. No, they’d probably land by the husband, who’d very drolly say “I’m sorry, kittens. You’re cute and all, but we’re already at capacity here”. 😑
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Angie, Outing Sunday Edition
A white and grey tabby attends a blessing of the animals event in the Franciscan Tradition. 

Angie was pretty darn nervous, as she only leaves the safety of her domain for the doctor with the pokey syringes (aka, the vet). Were it not that her favorite human was holding her safely, she would have been out of there. 

Nick and Ashley not pictured, because “blessing him last year just didn’t take” (my tween’s words) and “I am not losing a limb unless necessary and unavoidable” (my wording). They were blessed in absentia.
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Somebody Loves Me Tuesday.

A vid of (grey and white tabby) Angie giving me the welcome back purrs.
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Repost from the other account. Sometimes I forget which is which.
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Solar battery Sunday.
A classic red tabby lies stretched out on a windowsill, belly up. 

Boris did this a lot. He’s the reason we have joked that cats are solar powered ever since (circa 2015). However, it seems that Boris was the only one whose panels were installed on his belly.
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When your cat makes his own crate just because he can.
A grey tabby sits in a mesh hamper. Under the hamper is a towel. 

Nick likes hampers. The laundry in them, not so much. Usually, his exposure to them is limited to empty laundry mesh hampers on the way to go back down to the laundry room. 

But we are remodeling part of our home, so most dirty laundry has been displaced to plastic bins in the kitchen, awaiting trips to the laundromat, and mesh hampers of clean laundry awaiting folding. 

Nick finds this state of things unacceptable, so he reacts to this anarchy by finding the nearest repository of clothes, climbing in it, and then fighting with the clothes until they are evicted to the floor. Only then, bin overturned and enemy laundry vanquished, he sits there in triumph. 

It’s even more fun with non mesh bins. I’m lifting a meowing hamper off the ground at least twice a week. 😂
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Not my cat Wednesday: suburban Chicago shade edition.
An orange and white tabby chilling behind a air conditioning system. 

I don’t know this handsome fella (just assuming, it’s not like I checked his hind side). I just know he lives somewhere near my mom’s house, whom I’m visiting right now. 

I love cats, but I hardly ever get visitors that can be petted in my backyard. My mom barely tolerates cats, and has no less than three separate feline visitors daily. Go figure.
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Obligatory my week git away from me, and also the world is on fire.
A grey tabby perches atop an old door stashed in a corner of an unfinished basement. 

The basement is being renovated. That means extra noise, intermittently not having running water, and always, always having to move the damn car out of my driveway. First world problems, I know. But it also means no new pics as of late.
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… honestly, I want the afterlife run using Kantian Ethics.

Any lasting personal gains due to your actions? Straight to hell.

Treating other people differently for no reason? Hell.

Doing “the right thing”, but only for the sake of clout? Hell for you too.