So, last Sa… Caturday, Lauren and Jill over at Feministe had themselves a little Cat-Off. And you know what? Those are some cute kitties. A teeny gray baby is indeed a worthy opponent for a smoosh-face.
But honestly? I feel bad for them. Because they were over there all like, “yeah my cats are the cutest la la la,” all the while having no idea that I’d just adopted THE CUTEST KITTY ON EARTH. I could have posted this on Caturday, but I thought I’d let them have their fun. Also, better to reveal Peter on… Mewsday?
Anyway, behold! And fear.
Lil’ Petey pounced on me (or tried to, anyway) at the Long Beach SPCA, so my husband and I nabbed him before anyone else could. He already has several thousand favorite games, including but not limited to:
This Object Makes Noise
The Bird is Free Again*
I’ve Got the Bolts!
The Armored Cat Who is Both There and Not There
I Will Eat Your Plants, Please
It Must Not Touch Me!
The Scary Door
I’m Not Sure You Love Me the Most of Everyone Yet
Normally we think of the cat as a placeholder for the husband. Now I don’t know what I’m going to do with this guy playing video games in my living room.
Image description: A man plays video games while Petey lies on the coffee table.
Here’s a game of A Bag turning into I’ve Got the Bolts!:
So yeah, I win. Er, Petey wins. Okay, go watch the debates!
*Not a real bird.
EDIT: Added image descriptions.
(Cross-posted at Modern Mitzvot.)