When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro. - Hunter S. Thompson

28 October 2005

A sleepy vigil

While Carrie and I are down in North Carolina with my family, a cat-loving friend is taking good care of Mister Gato. (We don't mind boarding the Chows when we go away, since they *love* the "sleep-away camp" that we send them to; as a shelter animal, however, Mister G is much more comfortable in His Apartment than even the nicest cattery that NYC has to offer.)

dozing kitty
Sooner or later, they're going to show up to check their e-mail.

As shown above, Mister Gato tends to keep a drowsy vigil in front of our computer when we're away. We have carefully hidden our credit card numbers, and he doesn't know our passwords; otherwise, we might come home to find UPS delivering a 500-pound order of smoked salmon.

Be sure to check out the Friday Ark at The Modulator for more bloggers' pets from around the world, and don't miss the Carnival of the Cats this Sunday at the excellent blog Watermark.

(And if you're a catblogger yourself, don't pass up the chance to join Ferdinand T. Cat's "Cat Lovers Community.")

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