Nardo's never been much of a lapkitty, but he's been a pretty reliable bedcat.
While I was watching a goofy "History" channel piece on Abraham Lincoln's reliance on psychics, Nardo decided to be a blanket tangle-cat.
I needed to get up to get a notebook and the camera, of course...
Okay, so he wasn't happy I'd gotten up.
Sometimes, he can be a pest, walking back and forth on the couch and jumping up and off, usually landing a claws-out paw near my face.
But I know he doesn't mean anything by it. And when he's in a hand-chewing mood, it's just because he'd rather have his ears rubbed or chin scritched than his sides stroked.
Comments (4)
Must... pet... must... skritch....
Posted by Rahel | May 18, 2008 11:01 AM
Posted on May 18, 2008 11:01
that is one disgruntled looking fellow. good thing he's not tiger-sized; you'd be munched...
Posted by anima | May 18, 2008 11:17 AM
Posted on May 18, 2008 11:17
The look of disapproval ... which can be made to go away with some good chin skritches and ear rubs.
Posted by David | May 18, 2008 9:39 PM
Posted on May 18, 2008 21:39
aawwwww, sweet Nardo
Posted by denise | May 19, 2008 7:57 PM
Posted on May 19, 2008 19:57