This is Atticus. He's one of my foster babies for now. Sometimes I look at him and forget he's not Efah, my little black kitten from last year. He's just as cuddly as Efah was. Then the "little cuss" will come out and I remember real quick. Atticus suffers from the eternal fear that he's not going to be fed enough. So breakfast and dinner times are a bit of a challenge. Especially since Mariner has now decided that she has to mimic that behavior. All of that should change, though, if he can score a forever home that will free feed. And I'm sure he'll end up being a "fat and happy little cuss."
I don't know what it is about my sewing, but all the cats love to interfere with that. You may recognize that fabric Atticus is on as the fabric I used for my niece's garb. That's what I was sewing here. Atticus just decided to plop down on the fabric and try to nap. Of course, my attempt at removal turned into a game.
So then I decided to try to move the fabric I was working on.
I don't know what it is about my sewing, but all the cats love to interfere with that. You may recognize that fabric Atticus is on as the fabric I used for my niece's garb. That's what I was sewing here. Atticus just decided to plop down on the fabric and try to nap. Of course, my attempt at removal turned into a game.
So then I decided to try to move the fabric I was working on.
"Oh Noes, it's MINE!"
"You cannot takes mah Fabrics! I must Hoard dems!"
Yes, Atticus speaks in LOL Cats.
