Excuse my slippers
He found a patch of sun earlier
Lay down and showed his belly
He rolled and twirled
Whirled and purred
Happier than last night
Breathing now just right.
I can’t believe
What 12 hours rest
Can change
Happier cat.
Happier cat
Tag: Belly rub
The right size box?
What is a cat in a box?
Cat in a box, I think they are like an upside down tortoise or turtle? Or maybe a hermit crab? Inhabiting just the right sized box…. Finding a box the right size they can pour themselves into. We have a small medium and large cat and each have tried this box. The big cat has to stick his head over the edge, the small one could fit in twice. The middle one is like Goldilocks, it’s just the right size for the box. Wiggle room to twist over for a belly rub. I sometimes tip a bit of catnip in…. Which is most appreciated…. OK… Life is good for our cats….
Box, what box?
You can take a cat to a box but you can’t make it lie in one. I tickled his tummy risking my fingers, (his claws come out if you are not gentle). The paradox of cats, no wonder Shrodinger chose them as an example. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t want to be in the box?
One of the other cats takes up half the space I want to sleep in, he is double the size of this one so he’s difficult to shift when he’s asleep. He can’t even fit in the box I think.
Belly
Belly rub? Yes please, I tickle his tum. He purrs. Friends with each other, he is content to lie on his back. No sharp claws, quiet paws. Ten minutes, twenty… Then up he gets and toddles off to his food bowl. Next out into the night, the wind is blowing and the stars aren’t bright, in fact it’s blowing a hooley out there… But he’s happy and replete, out on his nightly patrol, come rain or shine….
Purring
Sweet, hot cat,
Belly showing
Asleep in the heat
Paws poised to poddle
And knead my hand.
Belly rub time.
Purrs emanate loudly
He is content and happy
An electric fan
Wafts cool air over him
Purring and snoring
Asleep. Dreaming.
Relaxed cat
Oh you sweet cat
One belly rub required
To make him happy
But beware the claws
That protect his tummy
From your intrusion
Be careful
Or you may lose your hand!
Comfort-cat
He couldn’t be more comfortable
Like a bug in a rug
A chick in a nest
A coiled warm snake
A dog in a vest
A bear in its den.
A goldfish in its bowl
A bee in its hive.
He’s happy to have his belly rubbed.
A comfort-cat enjoying life.
Great purrs-onality!
Exposed
Today’s #bandofsketchers prompt was exposed. I did this fine line black pen drawing. My cat exposing her belly for a rub. Except she moved so I partly used an image off the Internet to get the legs in the right positions. I hope I caught her cheeky personality.
Sleeping cat
You show your belly
Cheer me up
Dare I tickle
Your white chest.
Paws have claws
Eyes are half closed
I don’t trust you!
But your belly
Tempts!
His belly!
The outdoor cat trusts me enough to show me his belly and he let me stroke it. Cats are very nervous of doing this, so they really are careful about rolling over and showing their tummies. I feel very honoured that he’s let me do that.
He’s back in this evening out of the cold. The other cats are continuing to tolerate him. I think soon he will be a (mostly) indoor cat too!
Mallaband-Brown 