Waking up Lokii


Lokii-monster was being cute last night, and I tried to get a few pictures.

Napping with his brother.

Yawn…I’ve woken him up. Normally, not a big deal. Sleeping is awfully important, especially on a lovely warm hand-crocheted blanket by Auntie Socks.

Nope, I’m apparently more interesting. He’s Siamese, he talks. This is one of many, many times he was saying, “Hi! Hi! Hi!” Ugh, my table’s a mess. iPhone, booze, iPhone, tissue box, peanuts, pumpkin seeds, National Geographics…is that my used dental floss? Eww, I’m a slob.

He wasn’t amused by my lack of interaction, or the big iPad blocking his view of my face. So, he stood up on me for a stretch and to make sure I was paying attention.

He’s a big boy, and can sink his claws into my collarbone from this position. Time to put the technology down and hug a kitty.

5 responses »

  1. I love Lokii! He’s a talker, and I like that. A talker in a good Hiya Howareya kinda way. Not the usual asshole way I hear cats talk to me 😉 Hug him and Spottie pants for me.

  2. They pretty much give the orders. I have Mr. Ferguson, a quintessential Irish bad boy, colonizing my lap right now — quite a feat since I’m in a Balans chair and have no lap.

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