It’s Monday AND tax day. Don’t we all wish we could hide under the blanket like Quint today?
Who’s hiding? I pay my cat tax every day with my snuggly, adorable cuteness!
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A Colehaus Cats flashback:
2023 – No post
2022 – Finally Friday
2021 – No post
2020 – Wordless Wednesday
2019 – MultiCat Monday
2018 – No post
2017 – No post
2016 – Foster Friday with Miss Itty
2015 – Tax Day Hideouts
2014 – No post
2013 – Oh, Bugs
2012 – No post
I don’t get enough socialization, Dad. I don’t have any friends. I’m like a shut-in here. I think I’m supposed to be unhappy with this realization, Dad.
Hmm, do you want to have friends? You have two sisters and a brother. At least one of them would be giddy at the thought of being your friend, if that’s what you want. You’re the one that would need to open the door to that happening. Everyone knows you’re more on the independent, I-don’t-need-anyone else, side of relationships.
My sisters and brothers? Oh no!, Those can’t be friends. They’ve seen me poop!
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A Colehaus Cats flashback:
2023 – Wordy Wednesday
2022 – No post
2021 – No post
2020 – No post
2019 – No post
2018 – No post
2017 – Wordless Wednesday
2016 – No post
2015 – No post
2014 – No post
2013 – Shopping
2012 – No post
As with most of the cat toys around Colehaus, we too are ignored sometimes. Tessa spent most of the winter ignoring Mom and Dad completely. She wasn’t lovey, or snuggly, didn’t come when called (nothing unusual there), and wanted little to do with brushing, scritches, or petting.
One warm weekend later and she’s demanding attention, wants to snuggle, and is calling the very best toys hers alone.
When not climbing all over us and giving kisses (shh, don’t share that info!), she’s leaping from counter top to window sill, rubbing on corners and blinds and purring up a storm. Maybe the warmer weather brought out the best of tuxie behavior in her? We can understand that.
Once the cold, rainy weather returned, so did her usual mode – ignoring us and everything, except a favorite fleece blanket. We think if 12 year old Tessa were human, she’d be a snowbird and probably living it up in Florida or San Diego right about now, yelling at kids to get off her lawn.
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A Colehaus Cats flashback:
2023 – Mine, Not Mine
2022 – No post
2021 – No post
2020 – Friday Bloopers
2019 – Wednesday’s What?
2018 – No post
2017 – Sunny Monday
2016 – No post
2015 – And Then Suddenly…
2014 – No post
2013 – Wordless Wednesday – A Touch of Sun
2012 – No post
