Dennis might sense the presence of another cat. Chedwick (top right) wanted to play and was hopeful that Dennis would comply. It turned out that Dennis was not in the mood. Ched hung around waving his arms for quite awhile, but Dennis continued to act totally unaware. Hmmm...
A major part of getting by in life is refusing to acknowledge stuff.
Wow, you are amazing - how many cats are there in the Bryant household? Is there a thing about black cats with white bits? Is there time for life outside cats? How on earth do you guys keep so many blogs rolling when I can barely keep one on the fire? I bow in awe.
Bob sometimes gallops into the room and jumps over Elmo as though he (Bob) is a trick pony. A fat trick pony, but a trick pony nonetheless.
And Elmo never even blinks or winces or bats and eye. Elmo has honed his ability to ignore Bob down to a fine art.
(They were just running around though pell mell chasing each other from room to room after getting a rather refreshing noseful of springish air--apparently Elmo decided it was time to play)
This photograph and its description made me laugh out loud.
It would make Elmo scowl. Or walk away.
And Bob? He'd commiserate. Giggle, and commiserate.
It's posts like these that make me remember that, while I've grown to love Dennis and all his weird cat-o-centric ways, Ched is my first and true blog-cat-love!
Dennis Teitelbaum was born on March 31, 2000 in Kiryas Joel, NY.
Dennis was born a Satmar Hasidic cat, but lost the faith when the Grand Rebbe Moshe died in 2006, and the succession feud began.
Dennis adopted a son, Edward, on June 29, 2008. Dennis became disenchanted with Edward in 2009.
Dennis adopted a son, Henry, on August 7, 2010. Dennis became disenchanted with Henry a few months later.
Dennis began having health problems and increasingly bad attitudinal attacks. Dennis spent much his last years passed out in a cupboard. Dennis left this world in September 2011 to join the Grand Rebbe in another world.
11 comments:
Arh....that sounds like the Giant Kitty in mine house!
"refusing to acknowledge stuff" aka Cat Yoga aka Transcendental Indifference.
Wow, you are amazing - how many cats are there in the Bryant household? Is there a thing about black cats with white bits? Is there time for life outside cats? How on earth do you guys keep so many blogs rolling when I can barely keep one on the fire? I bow in awe.
Dennis has a crazed expression on his face in this photograph!
Dennis could not share a home with a group of cats!
But he'd cry if he was an only cat.
The rule is: if you do not see the thing, it remains invisible. Look away, look away, look away...
Oh, Dennis. Oh, Chedwick.
Oh, Elmo. Oh, Bob.
I swear, it's the exact same situation here.
Bob sometimes gallops into the room and jumps over Elmo as though he (Bob) is a trick pony. A fat trick pony, but a trick pony nonetheless.
And Elmo never even blinks or winces or bats and eye. Elmo has honed his ability to ignore Bob down to a fine art.
(They were just running around though pell mell chasing each other from room to room after getting a rather refreshing noseful of springish air--apparently Elmo decided it was time to play)
This photograph and its description made me laugh out loud.
It would make Elmo scowl. Or walk away.
And Bob? He'd commiserate. Giggle, and commiserate.
It's posts like these that make me remember that, while I've grown to love Dennis and all his weird cat-o-centric ways, Ched is my first and true blog-cat-love!
I agree entirely - just ignore it if you don't feel like dealing with it. This si the perogative of a cat.
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