Categories Uncategorized A Cat Picture to Get You Through the Weekend Post author By John Scalzi Post date April 25, 2009 23 Comments on A Cat Picture to Get You Through the Weekend Honestly, I don’t know how some of you survive without one. Is she pensive? Or just very interested in the finch at the bird feeder? Twitter feed notwithstanding, we may never know. Update: Oh, and look — an homage. Share: By John Scalzi I enjoy pie. View Archive → ← #BookHaul → Saturday #BookHaul 23 replies on “A Cat Picture to Get You Through the Weekend” Even I have to admit, that’s a very nice picture of her. Even Chang would say so. I’m going to get one before the year is out. Not the same model, mind, but it’s been nearly a decade since my old cat died. I definitely need a cat again…. One stinkin’ cat picture for an entire weekend? You think you can buy us on the cheap, sir? O Great Scalzi, what a superb picture of the Beauteous Ghlaghghee surveying Her Domain. By carefully adhering to the Executive Committee’s photographic tips you have outdone yourself. Do you see how superior this picture is over your most recent defective efforts? The Executive Committee, responding to the clamor of The Official Ghlaghghee Fan Club, a quorum being duly assembled, has decided unanimously to award you the coveted Seal of Approval Award: The Official Ghlaghghee Fan Club Seal of Approval Award valid from 25 April 2009 to 26 April 2009 Note the short period of validity. While ordinarily this excellent picture would warrant a two-week award you have been most deficient in recent offerings and must work up to the longer time periods. The Official Ghlaghghee Fan Club The only way I get through some days is when I come home and my cat, Colby (as in Jack Cheese :) ) greets me at the door and demands to be fed, followed by some cuddle time and a bit of playing. Nothing like a cat to remind me that me and my problems come second :) I would love to own a cat. You know, if they didn’t make me drown in my own snot every time I went near one. I actually like cats a lot, but I just can’t get near them. Lovely portrait. Ours just passed away a few months ago, and we are currently cat-free. I don’t know how long this will last, but it seemed appropriate to wait. Her Highness Ghlaghghee is beautiful as always. My Fluffy and Twilight send their royal regards and would love to share a fresh-caught meal with her someday. We have no cats due to allergies. The only pets in our house are my daughter’s hamster (Chubbybunny) and gerbil (Skittles). I do wish I weren’t allergic so seeing other people’s cats online and visiting friends with cats briefly will have to suffice. my 14 year old male cat took a sojourn outside earlier this week and promptly managed to corner and menace a squirrel. my wife has been patiently waiting for his lordship to slow down a little as he ages and stop menacing the local varmint population. but alas, that is not to be. moral of the story: indoor cats rule. I live without one ’cause I can’t live with one. My cat allergies are like hitting a brick wall. Insta-sneeze for the lose. I think she’s plotting a daring escape and wondering where she can get a glass-cutter. Having a cat in a one-room flat, not on ground level, would just be cruel. I love cats too much for that, so admiring cats who own other people, and petting them when they will permit it, will have to do. Thank you. I cannot get by without at least a few photos of cats, each week (and one to rub my legs & holler at me). When I read Agent to the Stars, I used a cat bookmark that I made from one of my photos because I figured Scalzi would appreciate having a cat bookmark in his book. Cuteness. I have a similarly majestically fluffy grey tuxedo cat who just scared the bejeesus out of me by going from that pensive, intent birdwatching pose to leaping up the screen and bashing the venetian blind right behind my head. Evidently a bird took off right by the window. I just googled the name, assuming she’s named for some sci-fi monster, bu the reality is much more fun. My dad’s a linguist, and had a t-shirt with GHOTI on it. Love me teh kittehs. Always had em, even with my allergies. Alas, the allergies of my wife are more then merely bothersome, and those of my daughter were well past worrisome for years, so, not kittehs in da hows for us. I did, however, once play on an intramural volleyball team named The AUghoti. To go outside, and there perchance to stay Or to remain within: that is the question: Whether ’tis better for a cat to suffer The cuffs and buffets of inclement weather That Nature rains on those who roam abroad, Or take a nap upon a scrap of carpet, And so by dozing melt the solid hours That clog the clock’s bright gears with sullen time And stall the dinner bell. [the rest snipped — Gregory, we try to observe fair use here and not post entire long poems (or entire articles, etc) — JS] From “Poetry for Cats” by Henry Beard She’s beautiful! That picture makes me want to rub my nose is all that fur and hug her. I’m sure she’d dig that, eh? I love Cat-Cats. My car died last autumn at the early age of 15 after developing seizures and then complications from that. Up to now I haven’t been able to bring myself to look for a “replacement” – I guess in time the right cat will choose me. About #17. D’OH! Sorry about that, I thought I had grabbed a smaller part and a link to the whole. That’s what I get for posting so (censored) late. No worries, Gregory. Where’s the bacon? Comments are closed.