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.
Image description: Petey, a little black cat, lounges on a chair.
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!
A Bag
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
More pictures!
One night, Petey entertained our guests by crawling on my bike like a jungle gym so that he could get into the basket.
Image description: Petey perches in a bike basket.
Strike a pose!
Image description: Petey lies on his side in front of the front door.
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.
LOOK AT THAT PONEM!
Image description: Petey looks up at the camera.
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.)
Awww! He strongly resembles my cat Nimai. I took him in out of the rain after he cried outside my window all night as a kitten, about… two years ago? Already?
Ah, I miss having a cat but my beagle is afraid of cats so after my last cat died at 18 and a half I did not get another. So cute, definitely the cutest cat ever :). Petey rocks! :)
Oh. My. Goodness. Way too cute for the horrible middle of a terrible week, or in other words, just what I needed. I am partial to black cats…I used to have two and one was also named Petey (they have both since gone to the Happy Hunting Grounds). Love the silly “cats doing something cute!” pictures…cat people TOTALLY understand :)
Oh, I agree, Kaija. I’m partial to black cats too.
And white cats, gray cats, tabby cats, orange cats, tuxedo cats, cream cats, purple cats, striped cats, calico cats, spotted cats, hairless cats… I’m partial to cats.
If there is one thing I’ve learned from the feminist blogosphere, its that feminists really love cats. I include myself in this phenomenon
Good rebuttal, I’d agree if my cat, Elliot put yours in second place. She just manages to edge out Petey.
Seriously when this cat wants to be petted sh reaches up and pets you.
What a cutie! I love cats and get weak at the knees when I see cute cat pics. My beloved kitty of 9 years passed on last year and I still don’t have the heart to get another. Now my neighbour’s cat pops in for snacks so I still get my “kitty fix”. :-)