Mar6 Nothing says ‘I love you’ like an arse in your face. Posted on March 6, 2013 by heretherebespiders Standard Taken the other morning with the iPad – terrible pic as usual and I even lightened it up with iDarkroom HD. Got to feel the love when kitty decides to let you bask in the glory of his arse at very, very, close proximity to your nose. Share the lurve!TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
hee hee! way too familiar!
Hi sweetie! I get this particular position rarely, so it was photo worthy 🙂
I get it every night from Calpurrnia. I “allow” her to lie on my chest while I read, but she always has to suddenly jump up, turn in a circle, but pause at the halfway point *just for me* I’m sure, then finish the turn and lie down again about an inch removed from where she started. sigh… and then Big Mister is laughing….
“Butt” of course! Have to get that half-inch more of comfort, while sharing beautiful kitty-heiney. Aw, she loves ya 🙂
i knowwwwwwwwww…. that’s why I just wait through the turn every damn night! >:-D
Close encounters of the unneccessary variety!
He seemed to believe it was the thing to do!
Yep… It’s like when Methos turns around as if saying….you like my fuzzy nuts? How does my butt smell? Cats can be such jerks.
Yep! Fuzzy-nutted, smelly-arsed, cuddly cute adorable jerks 🙂
In my house it’s the Bengal who does it the most too, though I’ve gotten it from them all. Fergie’s the star performer however because his tail is flipped back over his body at all times so he can share his works with everyone even from a distance, 24/7.
Oh dear – he must be the most loving cat in the world to share his tuchus all the time!
Well, sometimes when Miss Nickel has been following him around the house for five or ten minutes with her nose in his butt he does turn around peevishly and say (you can see his balloon) “Do you MIND?”
That’s what Spot does to Lokii! Never, ever, the reverse. And then we have many a giggle at Spot ‘mouth-breathing’ to get all the good arsehole-scents recorded. It probably doesn’t help that Lokes needs his anal glands expressed like a dog does – he gets twin lumps of smelly goo that I have to pick off every so often. He does not enjoy this. Neither do I.
My dog does this. If she ever sleeps anywhere but the bed, I fear I might not be able to sleep. I’m probably addicted, like a sleeping pill fiend, to dog farts. Oh the shame!
Ha! Thanks for the morning giggle.
I suppose the lack of oxygen would make it easier to fall asleep!
LOL…. Terribly familiar, ditto, ditto. Love that pic, just fantastic.
Hope he didn’t use the litter box before putting his ass up there! 😉
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