Sweetie Pie Shelved #Caturday

Sweetie Pie Turner here, blogging for my mom’s daughter, MomGoth.

One of my favorite places to hang out is on the bottom shelf of this bookcase that my mom uses for a plant stand.

So I ask myself: Am I pretending to be a book, or a plant?

sweetiepieshelvedHmmm….

Guess that settles it. I’m a plant!

A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Do you have a special place you like to hang out? Are you allowed to be there, or do you have to sneak?

SPT

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One thought on “Sweetie Pie Shelved #Caturday

  1. Joey

    September 17, 2016 at 12:19pm

    I feel certain that my animals most enjoy perching where they are in my way. Underfoot in the kitchen, on the sink while I primp, between me and the tv, chins over a book, across my wrapping paper, on the quilt I’m stitching…
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  2. Jane

    September 18, 2016 at 8:42am

    Laser eyes!

    The question of favorite spots is very time-relative here at chez Jane.
    It also strongly correlates with exactly where the other cat now wishes to hang out.
    Also:..if the place is especially appealing, there WILL be scuffles!

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    • Marian Allen

      September 19, 2016 at 8:23am

      Miss Tiffany always followed the sun. And me. πŸ™‚ She was a snuggler. The problem came when two snugglers wanted the same lap at the same time. Then, as you say, scuffles. When cats fight over you, it’s both irritating and gratifying, unless it’s literally over you. Then it’s just irritating. And possibly bloody.
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      • Jane

        September 19, 2016 at 10:41am

        Yeah, a couple nights ago, I awoke to a scene from Lying Tigers, Growling Kitties. Squirrel was sleeping on my side (as was I); there were sudden growls, feinting lunges, then Goober was sailing over me one way, and Squirrel launched off me to sail in the other direction. More growls, plus a yowl from me. That launch left marks! Another overhead leap (Goober maybe?), then two bed shakes as the babies launched off to race down the hall. Growling.

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