Someone’s enjoying some sun.
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A Colehaus Cats flashback:
2025 – No post
2024 – Mindless Monday
2023 – No post
2022 – Finally Friday
2021 – No post
2020 – Wordless Wednesday
2019 – A Sunshine Baff
2018 – No post
2017 – No post
2016 – Foster Friday with Miss Itty
2015 – Wordless Wednesday
2014 – No post
2013 – ManCat Monday – Personalities – Quint
2012 – No post
Unlike some other cats I know, those cats who dislike everything, I like almost everything . . . except Mondays. Sundays aren’t much better. At my house, Sundays are full of disruptions. Dad’s home from work. Mom goes to work. But on Monday, the disruptions are double. Home from work Dad does laundry including my favorite blanket (why??) and vacuums up litter and fur (why, why??) and when Mom gets home from work she barely has time to eat dinner and give me a brushie before going to bed just to get up to do it all over again the next day and the next day and so on.
Similar to some other cats I know, those cats who could be hogging these two warm mat beds in front of this window but aren’t for some strange reason, I can’t find anything to dislike about stretching out here all by myself. I’m not willing to say this spot is better than my blanket fort – not by a longshot, but for a Monday afternoon, with all laundry and vacuuming done and Mom’s evening brushie still to come, this isn’t half bad. For a Monday, that is. Hurry up, Mom!
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A BIG Thank You to our dear Friend of Colehaus who helps keep Quint fed, vetted and happy! Thank you MC!
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A Colehaus Cats flashback:
2025 – No post
2024 – No post
2023 – No post
2022 – Words for Wednesday
2021 – No post
2020 – ManCat Monday Morning with Quint
2019 – No post
2018 – Friday with Miss Newton
2017 – No post
2016 – Three Word Wednesday
2015 – MultiCat Monday
2014 – No post
2013 – No post
2012 – Cat AND the Hat
So, the other day when, like a catnip-infused thunderbolt out of the blue, it dawned on me that I am the bestest cat ever, today I’m feeling a bit more humble. Sure, I’m still the best cat, maybe in the whole world some people say, certainly the bestest tuxie girl that ever lived, but that got me thinking. How do all the other cats feel, knowing they aren’t quite up to snuff, not compared to me? Sad? Angry? Defeated? Maybe I’d been hard on some of those lesser cats, maybe even some cats who live in this house right now. Wouldn’t feeling some empathy toward those cats make me an even better cat, I mean, if that’s even possible.
And I said to myself, “Self, should I practice kindness toward those less gifted with the bestestness gene?”
To which my self replied, “Um, to quote your Dad, what are you smoking??” You’ve already figured out you’re the bestest cat. That’s all you need. That’s it. That’s all. The end. Why are you over thinking this fact?
And I thought, Yeah, I’m probably right. I was just thinking maybe life wouldn’t be so . . . so, I don’t know, challenging if I didn’t have to prove every day that I was the bestest cat. Maybe I could have other cats do that work for me, you know, if they too thought I was the bestest cat because they really thought I was, not because I strong-pawed them to say it.
And then I wondered, hmm, who would best benefit from learning first-hand I was the bestest cat? Who? Do we even have anyone here who would sing my praises because they believed it true? Oh, I just don’t know. I try hard not to think of anyone else here. I mean, they’re cats, and I’m, well, I’m the bestest.
All this thinking made me, myself and my brain sleepy. Maybe I’ll think some more about this later. Or another day.
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A Colehaus Cats flashback:
2025 – No post
2024 – Few Words Wednesday
2023 – Monday’s Approval
2022 – No post
2021 – No post
2020 – The Experiment
2019 – Viola, Ball of Niblet
2018 – No post
2017 – No post
2016 – No post
2015 – The Many Faces of Viola
2014 – No post
2013 – Kissing Wars – A New Battle!
2012 – No post
