Categories Uncategorized Look Who’s Back Post author By John Scalzi Post date February 26, 2011 36 Comments on Look Who’s Back That’s it. I’m done trying for the day. Share: By John Scalzi I enjoy pie. View Archive → ← Same Problem, Different Cat → Travelin’ Man 36 replies on “Look Who’s Back” These cats are utterly adorable. What exactly is the image on the screen. I have my suspicions however, I have an active imagination. Slacker! I’m not! Could be worse, you could’ve gotten dogblocked. Worse than not being able to reach the keyboard…. … NOT BEING ABLE TO REACH THE COKE ZERO!!1!11!11ONE!11! you need one of these http://www.amazon.com/Beer-Guzzler-Helmet-Yellow/dp/B000QV9XDI I notice John’s legs are now modestly clothed, and Lopsided Cat’s expression is no longer terrified. Maybe Chang was right. So you’ll be adding “Professional Cat Furniture” to your resume as soon as they let you reach the keyboard? *mwah* O Great Scalzi, smart move on the big boy pants. Much more becoming. Except now we get a good view of your feet – and this is just wrong. The Official Ghlaghghee Fan Club Don’t you know it’s Caturday? Having come upon all three posts at once, I enjoy the sequence of costumes. Photo 1: shorts Photo 2: no pants??? Photo 3: jeans You seem to be having a mellow day. @#7: Since he’s not getting paid for it, he’s still Amateur Cat Furniture. Good pics, at least they aren’t batting the mouse around…LOL I’m jealous. I can’t do things like this given the hobbitish amount of hair on the top of my feet. What? No Zeus? I just don’t think that there was serious effort put into the updating tries. What a good weekend. I am deeply, deeply traumatized by the implied nudity in the second picture; Once cats get you pinned down, it’s nearly impossible to move. That’s why you should always have a ready supply of cat toys within reach. Just a quick toss of a catnip filled mouse will often free oneself from furry domination. Ah, feline captors. Story of my life. #19: One can never be truly “free” from feline domination. And they know it, too, trust me on this :-) On a completely different note: John, recently you recommended “Of Blood and Honey”, by Stina Leicht (sp), in one of your Big Idea posts. I ordered it immediately. Due to the subject matter, I thought my MIL (born in Ireland, raised in England) might enjoy it, so when it arrived I brought it to my inlaws’ to show it to her. She thanked me profusely, read it within a week, and now one of her sisters wants to borrow it. I had to explain to her that *I* hadn’t read it yet, and that I’d really just brought it over as a “you can have it when I’m done if you want it” kind of gesture. And hubby swore she didn’t like fantasy :-) It’s a catspiracy! Glenn Beck was right! The feline caliphate is nigh! I’m glad you moved the cat dish. Baby steps… John, rubbing catnip into your sweater does NOT constitute “trying”. Maine Coons are awesome cats BTW. You can almost make a new cat with what you get after brushing them. I think there is a flaw in your “smaller desk” theory. Now there is no room for the cats on the desk, so they have no choice but to occupy your lap. Its your fault really. Its unfair to blame the cats. I think some days are a three kitty day. Obviously the cats feel neglected. In need of ‘quality time’. Your work is clearly not their priority. Play with us, or else Nothing will get done around Here; That’s a promise Yes Doctor, it’s the furriest case of writer’s block I’ve ever seen… @27 Would that be a (C)Hat trick? :) You option a book and suddenly everyone is your friend. “You May Adore Me Now.” When does Daisy get a turn on your lap? I love cats. I no longer have to invent reasons to procrastinate as they provide me with an ample excuses. Personally, I can write with two cats on my lap. Granted they only both jump on if I’m sitting in the usual position for typing, rather than reclined as you are in the picture. And combined they probably take up as much room as Lopsided Cat. The third cat is more of a detriment to typing if he needs lap time, because my wrists or the keyboard tray might touch him on occasion, which cannot be tolerated and must be punished with bloodletting. Experiencing d’ja vu. But I know it’s just me. I know it’ just me. I know … Comments are closed.