My Posse

Every morning when I sit down at my desk to check out my email, blogs, news, etc.  And I am at my beautiful 24" iMac (which I still love more than any other electrical thing) I never worry that I might be sitting in an empty room.  I never concern myself with the fact that I am the only person there.  Because you see, I have a posse.  They follow me every. where.  Every flipping step I take, there they are trying to trip me up and cause me to yell curse words and obscenities.  My posse.

My posse consists of either 5 or 6 of the 7 furry four-leggeds that I am the care-taker of.  This depends on who is in the room, who is napping, who wants to see me trip and cuss and who might be outside stalking birds and squirrels.

This morning I looked over and there was my posse sunbathing in the window.  Let me share this scene with you.

From left to right we have Angus MacPhee laying on top of the blue cat thing, then Stanley Manley is on the next lower level.  Basking with his back legs straight out behind him in the window ledge is Fergus Jackson MacPhee.  Riding in the King of the Hill spot high above everyone is Little Lester Buster and holding down all that oak flooring is the Princess Nikita Babushka.  I don't know why she has a cat toy laying there next to her.

The only two missing from the group are Maxwell Banks II, and Ernest T. Bass.

There's the Princess laying there with her eyes half open.  I wonder what she dreams about.

Stanley all curled up in his hammock-y type seat.  He is such a handsome cat.  He has one blue eye and one green eye. And when you stroke his fur, that big black spot on his back?  It twitches and moves all over.

Look at that skinny stripey little Angus.  You would never think that he is the one who wakes up with the sunrise and thinks if he goes around climbing into all the noisy mini-blinds and making as much racket as possible we will get up and let him go out and harass the early birds who are getting the worms. But you would be wrong if you were fooled by his cuteness.  He is one huge pain in the ass in the wee hours.

There's my snuggle bunny, Lester Buster.  I don't think he looks a thing like Hitler, do you?

And there's our Fergus stretched out in the window sill.  Fergus has the softest most plush fur of any cat I have ever known.  He also has gorgeous pale green eyes that look like jade.  It would have been horrible if he had died at the tender age of 4.  I am so grateful for all the care he got at the emergency 24 hour vet clinics that we now owe a fortune to on AMEX.

That's my Sept. 15th posse.  Tomorrow might bring Maxwell and Ernest in to the mix, you never know! Stay tuned.