Awesome tounge-hance. I remember when I discovered the ‘spikes’ on my first cat’s tounge. It was the early 80s and my cool older brother had a spiked leather jacket so I equated spikey with amazingly cool. I told everyone who was listen that I had a cool cat.
It always amazes me that my Ezri can find more dirt on my ear-lobe at two in the morning, after making ab. sol. lutely. sure she’d cleaned it (my ear-lobe) at ten the preceding evening.
My old Siamese used to wrap herself around my head at night, like a cossack hat. I’d be waking up in a panic thinking the house was on fire, but it was just me, overheating as usual.
My little grey and white tuxie used to do that, too. Sometimes I’d wake up in the middle of the night and feel her ligltly patting my face. So sweeeeeet!
Oh my goodness! so cute and looks so much like my Malcolm when he was teeny! He’s not into licking. He puts my other kitty Yuki in a headlock and pulls Yuki’s head next to his until Yuki starts giving him lickins’. So lazy.
Mr. Connery would be proud. As would Mr. Robbie Burns.
[I apologize that I seem to be unable to inflect a Scottish burr onto/ into these typed lines of text]
My Mom would use her self-licked thumb on whatever schmutz was there on my face, and then give it a good scrub with her hankie, too! I think I would have preferred to have a cat lick it, actually.
I want more kittens. my cat won’t let me. also i’m having enough trouble in the dating scene as it is without having be be the girl with all. those. cats.
I hear ya scarletgunn. I have two cats, and my mom keeps reminding me that two is the limit, because after that, it is a slippery slope towards crazy-cat-lady/spinster-for-life…
This kitteh is just soooo adowabuhls!!!!!
I is ded.
*applies Hello Kitty Defibrihoweverit’s spelled Thinggie*
“CLEAR!!!!”
Awesome tounge-hance. I remember when I discovered the ‘spikes’ on my first cat’s tounge. It was the early 80s and my cool older brother had a spiked leather jacket so I equated spikey with amazingly cool. I told everyone who was listen that I had a cool cat.
It always amazes me that my Ezri can find more dirt on my ear-lobe at two in the morning, after making ab. sol. lutely. sure she’d cleaned it (my ear-lobe) at ten the preceding evening.
I see you. Maggie always finds my fingers to be dirty while I am on the computer. Can’t have that you know.
Ear-licking is much better than attacking-the-top-of-your-head-in-the-night. Daisy is an expert at this!
My old Siamese used to wrap herself around my head at night, like a cossack hat. I’d be waking up in a panic thinking the house was on fire, but it was just me, overheating as usual.
wow
that WOULD feel startling. That siamese furry person had a Good Gig, living with you
My little grey and white tuxie used to do that, too. Sometimes I’d wake up in the middle of the night and feel her ligltly patting my face. So sweeeeeet!
That made me snerk aloud, that did.
Marmie tuxie–woo hoo! Boop boop boop on the little pink nose.
spitbath time!!
pht tooy ! Lemony Fresh !!!!
HOW sure, is Ezri ???
)
(i liked your adverb treatment, there
Well, she has to have a lie-down when she’s done, so I’m thinkin’ she’s pretty sure!
Sounds as though there’s a potential Entrepreneurial Skill, to be harnessed for “fun & profits” there.
I can see the infomercial now:
“Earlobes R Us”:
When it absolutely, positively, NEEDS to be cleaned again.”
ps MARMIE ALERT
Theo’s gonna be here enny minnit, Jaye — first to see you,
then to visit this swell-egant, well-groomed marmie!!!
@ Theresa:
SPIT BATH ALERT!!!!!!
Oh yeah. That there is my dad in feline form.
I swear I thought of you and your dad when I saw this pic.
Omg….the tongue! eek! *ded*
Ironically, “Master of Puppets” is currently playing (by Metallica). That suits cats…
We are their puppets after all. Have to keep us clean! I go to see my mom, and at least 7 cats all have to try to clean me before I leave again.
o-o
Qte leetle moostache!
Oh my goodness! so cute and looks so much like my Malcolm when he was teeny! He’s not into licking. He puts my other kitty Yuki in a headlock and pulls Yuki’s head next to his until Yuki starts giving him lickins’. So lazy.
@ jlamusings:
“Malcolm” is a wondrous moniker fer a kitteh!!!
Bravo!! Author!!! Hip, hip, hooray & all that.
Ah. Thanks! I always call my marmies good Gaelic names. My last little lion was Fergus. Such a sweetie, he was.
D’awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Mr. Connery would be proud. As would Mr. Robbie Burns.
[I apologize that I seem to be unable to inflect a Scottish burr onto/ into these typed lines of text]
Schmootz is no match for lick-wid soap.
*snerk*
This post brought to you today in honor of Teresa’s Dad
and Mom’s everywhere.
My Mom would use her self-licked thumb on whatever schmutz was there on my face, and then give it a good scrub with her hankie, too! I think I would have preferred to have a cat lick it, actually.
Oh, yeah, the Lord of Spit Baths.
Best. Tongue-hance. EVAR.
Thumbs up!
….mebbe even “TONGUES, up” ????
No wonder a cats tongue feels so abrasive when they lick you . OUCH !!!
Imagine what it would feel like if a lion or tiger licked you .BRRRR !
Lions and tigers can take meat right off bones with their tongues. NOM. Or SLURP, depending.
I get morning facials from my Gemma. Especially if her food dish is empty.
Honest, I wasn’t in the catnip bowl, I don’t touch the stuff.
That’s just oregano caught between my toe beans.
i love his little moo-stash. !!!!!
I want more kittens. my cat won’t let me. also i’m having enough trouble in the dating scene as it is without having be be the girl with all. those. cats.
I hear ya scarletgunn. I have two cats, and my mom keeps reminding me that two is the limit, because after that, it is a slippery slope towards crazy-cat-lady/spinster-for-life…
yeahbut some days it just isn’t convincing;
people are harder to figure out than kittelehs sometimes ….
Once I finish sharpening my disapproving claws I will show you how un-pleased I am with your purchase of store brand kibble.