Let’s start our Caturday by wishing a happy birthday to Storm, who turned four years old yesterday, says reader Georgiana Y.
Not to be upstaged, Storm’s sister Skye got into some mischief:
I had just come in from hanging out clothes and I left the empty basket on the kitchen stools to get a drink of water and when I turned back Skye had claimed the basket as her own. I guess it’s Skye’s basket now!
Happy Caturday! Today’s visiting cats, from reader Amy F., are sweet innocent angels — “when they’re sleeping.”
Reader Diane shares her friend’s cat Max politely being asked if he can meow later: “Max does not believe in later.”
Happy Fifth of July Caturday! Now that the bombs have stopped bursting in midair, let’s go “ooh” and “ahh” at a different kind of explosion: the “fabulous fluff tail” of Griffey, from reader Candi G.
Happy Caturday! Cats are notorious productivity killers; some days they won’t even let you go to work, as reader Tara O. relates:
This is Butch giving zero Efs that I needed to get dressed to go work. But we discussed it and he decided that, why yes, yes, he would like me to go to work to bring home the bacon. He likes the bacon.
