Fatherhood

Ahem, as I was saying, he keeps getting up in your face and flopping on you if you lay down with him, at all.  Flop, get cuddly, stand up, turn in a circle and repeat.  He’s finally getting over it and is less goofy and less antsy, which is good.  Also, while he never stopped being playful, his coordination has bounced back… or maybe he was having trouble focusing on stuff long enough to pounce it.  And, seriously, putting him into the cat carrier is like being in a cartoon; he gets all four paws bracing against the thing.  Not sure how he does that so well.  Anyway, he’s a weird cat in that he seems annoyed that all he’s getting is canned food, since we’re supposed to take it easy on his mouth and avoid hard kibble for the week.  He noms the kibble every time he can get it, whereas the other furballs all want every scrap of wet food they can get their paws on.  Oh, and check out those mitten-paws!

I’ve had this shirt for a while, but apparently never added it to the comic.  It says “Adult-ish” and I think it covers me pretty accurately.  😉  Stacy’s wearing her Day of the Dead shirt.  We’re also both wearing a lot of cat fur, but that’s pretty much normal; all that changes is the colour of the fur.