...There's a reason I don't usually take phone calls in my house.
The Agent called to discuss my upcoming trip to New York, during which we're going to be doing several dinner-type things, some meeting-type things, and a lot of hanging out. During our forty-minute or so discussion, she was treated to...
"Ow! Ow ow OW! Goddammit, Alice, get your claws out of my fucking leg!"
"No. No, you can't have that. No, that isn't yours. No."
"Get off of there! Jesus, cat, I swear, I will skin you."
"I can get new cats, you know. Better cats. Smaller cats. Cats that don't do that."
"Alice, give back my bra."
"I'm serious, Alice. Give me back my damn bra."
"THAT'S MY FUCKING BRA, CAT!"
"Okay, I give up. Just do whatever the fuck you want."
...all while we were having a serious business discussion. I swear, the fact that she hasn't drowned me and put me out of her misery is something of a miracle.
QWP, under the onslaught of a gorgeous Maine Coon.

Now I am going to show you a picture of her trying to squeeze into a basket that is way too small for her, because I love to show off my kitty.
* Or whatever you call a shelter cat that doesn't have much of any recognizable traits. Geno, Mom's other cat, is likewise, though you can tell he's got recent Siamese ancestry.
Or domestic mixed breed. :)
I have
had the pleasurebeen owned by a domestic short hair mixed breed named Rumpleteazer for the last 10 1/2 years..she was dumped at a vet's office with her mom and a sibling. Nobody knew where she came from..a vet tech found her, the mom and the other kitten in a box outside the office one morning when she went to go open up.This post needs moar cats.
Re: This post needs moar cats.
My sister has one cat that insists on washing my sister's socks in his water bowl. Unfortunately for my sister, he prefers the wool socks she hand-knits. Which are fit only for small toddlers and large dolls after an overnight dunk in cat-food-tainted water...
Superwash yarn, now that's a good idea if the cat likes to do the washing -- it's washable and relatively shrink-proof.
(One of my cats likes to watch while the boyfriend and I are having snuggle time. The other one? Wants to participate. She will attempt to worm in between us and demand pettins.)
*sneeerk* oh my. Both of my cats have kicked the boyfriend in the manly jewels by using him as a launching point. In retrospect it's funny to both of us. At the time he was Not Amused.
("C'mon, Kain... anytime you wanna do your death-from-the-sky thing... hello? ... what the hell are you doing up there, anyway?")
Kewl!
Also, that's a lovely, lovely icon of Amanda you have there.