Contented Cats / Gatos Contentos

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The title of this blog post began as “Felicity Felines,” because I liked the alliteration. But I then discovered that Felicity Feline is a porn actress. So there went that idea.

The felines at our house are in fine fettle. Isabel, who calls herself their godmother, house-sat and spoiled them rotten (something we never do). So although they were elated when we returned home nearly two weeks ago, they were content, loved, and well-fed while we were gone. Dudo didn’t even give us a moment of attitude and they’ve both been… well, let’s just say they’ve been very ‘atttentive.’

EL TÍTULO DE esta entrada de blog comenzó como “Felicity Felines” (felinos de la felicidad) porque me gusto la aliteracion. Pero luego descubrí que Felicity Feline es una actriz porno. Así que ahí fue esa idea.

Los felinos en nuestra casa están en buen estado. Isabel, que se llama a sí misma su madrina, se quedó en casa y las malcrió (algo que nunca hacemos). Así que, aunque estaban entusiasmados cuando regresamos a casa hace casi dos semanas, estaban contentos, amados y bien alimentados mientras estábamos fuera. Dudo ni siquiera nos dio un momento de actitud y ambos han estado … bueno, digamos que han estado muy “atentos”.

Karma, It’ll Bite You In The Ass

So, I was sitting on the toilet Friday morning. Yes, that really is how this story begins.

So, I was sitting on the toilet and Dudo decided, as always, it was a perfect opportunity for us to spend some time together. First, he forcefully pushed the door open with his front paws. He checked to make sure I wasn’t getting into the shower and then ran for a toy. (The usual routine.)

I threw the toy. He fetched it. I threw it again. He fetched it again. The third time, he returned with a long knotted-up string. We had a tug-of-war. I threw it. He fetched it. He tired of that and then raised up on his hind legs to head-butt my thigh. I took the hint and stroked and petted him. He clearly wanted to hop up on my lap. That was not about to happen.

I stopped responding to his head butts, assuming he’d leave me in peace.

Then I yelped.


Annoyed by my lack of attention, Dudo bit me on the ass! Well, more precisely, he gave me a love bite (with his sharp little teeth) on the upper thigh.

The message: “Don’t ignore me, goddammit!”

I of course gave him a stern lecture. He apologised.

Show me your teeth…