I’M ON UR OVEN…

Watch that tailio, Cat-Cat!

Well when there’s a cold wave, a cat knows what he needs.

Maybe for *some* cats a lap is enough, but my California kittehs anything below 50 degrees means either heating pad or a fire.
The one cat leans against the fire screen — I think if it weren’t there he’d be right on top of the flames.
Haven’t gotten them actually in the oven yet, though.

Cat-on-a-warm-tin-stove looks a little like my cat. Do you think he’s a Bengal?

equus, that ain’t any tiger! lol. i dunno what kind it is tho

im on ur stove, sheddin in yr soup.

LaurieC my thoughts exactly! Love this string of declarative pics. Onward Cuteoverload!!!

http://img223.imageshack.us/img223/5203/toastingmytocspc6.jpg

My mutant cats love the snow. They go dashing out the pet door and don’t come in until they have an icy undercarriage, then they jump in your lap. COLD FEET!!

Me:”Careful kity you might get….”

Kitty:”MEYYYYARRGH!!!!”

Me:”Ooops!”

“_”

After all the gingerbread discussions on the other photo threads, I had to make some today. The house smells wonderful. I hope my kids remember this (they’re not crazy about the gingerbread — more for me!) 2 snow days off and the smell of gingerbread and fresh bread.

Im on ur oven, disapproving of ur cleaning skills.

If only we could see the Empress’s face; she may be an admirable match for the Disapproving Bunneh.

bunnajenny, I’m so with you on the lack of cleaning skills. Maybe that is what the kitteh is doing up there.

Please kitty, please move your tail. It worries me.

Today I made chocolate pound cake, but for someone else, so all I got was the smell. Which is fine.

Im in ur threadz, watchin u post

Woops, sorry. My computer went poof and didn’t show up the first post.

Not to change the subject or anything, but hey – didja know that Birdchick is selling Disapproving Rabbit t-shirts for Christmas?

http://www.birdchick.com/birdchic.html

You know…that kittie’s tongue would make a very fine scrubbibg pad for that dirty oven…maybe just smear it with a little liver and let her go to work. (Making for certain that the oven was OFF.) The owner could hire her out! I’d rent her.
And speaking of cookies…I need to bake 11 dozen for a cookie exchange and need ideas for something different but EASY. Anybody have a suggestion?

that really made me laugh this morning! nice one meg! love the word tocks too :0)

You like us! you really,, really like us!

After using the oven in cold weather, we always leave the door cracked so the leftove heat can warm the room. This is the firsttime she’s noticed in 5 years. The oven was safely cooled down to warm byt then.

Cleanitude: no comment.

Lydia is a mixed breed from a shelter. Her markings are called “spotted tabby.”

She was named after the song Lydia the Tatooed Lady because she has black tattooey-looking speckles on her white feet.

Haha, about the “over the shoulder disapproving stare”.

Have you noticed how often cats look at us with their ears, too?

Yay little gator! Great picture!!!

I find that my cat, George, disapproves of my cleaning skills no matter what I do. He even disapproves of our cleaning lady’s skills. I’ll clean something and either get the disapproving stare or he’ll busily clean-up (ie bury) after me. The only thing that he does approve of is clean laundry straight of out the dryer. When that’s offered to him, he gets the smug smile and the tucked feet of contentment.

I actually had a minor heartache on Thanksgiving when my 3 year old kitten decided to explore that very warm thing in the kitten while I had the turkey on top, basting. I’ve never yelled so loudly in my whole life! She was 3 paws in… at 450 Fahrenheit.

i’m on ur range
garnishng ur stew

True cat-cookie story.
I was baking cookies one cold winter in…ahem, Florida. (Oatmeal, coconut, chocolate chip cookies, if you must know.) As the cookies came out of the oven, my doorbell rang. I left the cookie sheet, avec cookies on the oven top, and went to answer. ‘Twas a neighbor, whining mightily about another neighbor’s annoying what-notting.

A good fifteen minutes later, I returned to the kitchen to find Flanny curled up on the cookie sheet, ON the cookies.

Luckily, she’s hairless, so the cookies were still salvageable. Don’t look at me like that–you would have eaten them too. She’d even kept them warm.

Redzilla, what a great story. I totally would have eaten the cookies, too. And, um, BTW, do you still have the recipe?

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new cat-egory: cats ‘n’ pots ???

http://pets.webshots.com/photo/2163405590046383843srIztF

Angel, the black witchy cat, warming herself by a simmering black pot of pea soup on the black ceramic cooktop in my kitchen;

and, she’s sticking out her tongue at me

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HRH–my glasstop range scares the pea-waddin out of me. I holler at them every time I catch them near it, yet they seem never to have burned themselves. Don’t know how they it’s too hot without touching it.

I like how the kitty has tucked his/her tail into the oven proper.

Ewww. The kitteh is sitting on a very dirteh stove.

Thanks to the peeps who suggested cookie recipes. I’ll have to try them all and see which one I like best. And who will help me EAT the cookies…?

We should be careful to get out of an experience only the wisdom that is in it – and stop there; lest we be like the cat that sits down on a hot stove-lid. She will never sit down on a hot stove-lid again, and that is well; but also she will never sit down on a cold one anymore.”
— Mark Twain

momcat-if I had a photo of that I’d have sent it to “stuffing on my cat.”

i would love to do the same thing!!!