Anikan the Cat
|Wasn't I just the
cutest fuzz-ball of a kitten you've ever seen? This is soon after
I was found wandering the dark neighborhood at 1:30am one June evening.
They thought I was lost, put up posters and everything...but no one ever claimed me.
I was named Anikan after the Star Wars character; it works, too, since I'm a Ragdoll cat, and as you'll see by the pictures below, Ragdolls grow darker as they age....I'm well on my way to progressing towards the "dark side".
(Mommy-cat thought I was a girl and had named me Anna, and when she found out I was a boy needed a name that sounded like Anna)
was great finding a home...but sister-cat Laura keeps dressing me in doll
clothes and tucking me into bed. And while I do dearly love to nap,
I want to do it on MY terms, not anyone elses.
Grrr...I hate being tucked into bed. Make it stop! Make it stop!
| Cat nip...does anyone have just a little
more cat nip? Please?? It helps me deal with sister-cat
Just a little more cat nip...I promise I'll stop! Really I will!
Too much cat nip...please make the room stop spinning! Oh my head hurts!
Please everyone...please be as quiet as you can. I don't feel so good.
|Help! I'm being SMOOSHED! I'm in another hostage situation! Send the troops! I've been captured by sister-cat again!|
|What was that? Was that the rescue helicopter I hear?!?!?|
My life is a series of hostage situations momentarily interrupted by naps.
|Sister-cat is trying to teach me to play chess. After staring at the board for awhile, I'll sometimes lift a paw towards one of the pieces, but then I change my mind and take a nap.|
|Well, ok...see, cousin-cat Conor got a baby swing, and it was in my house for awhile. And he looked like he was having so much fun swinging, that when no one was looking I climbed in...then Mommy-cat caught me and took this picture. She didn't seem to object, so whenever the baby wasn't in the swing, I took the opportunity to jump in. I'd meow till someone wound it up, then I'd go for a ride!|
|How do I keep my youthful figure? I do sit up's, of course!|
|Oops...remember at the top of the page when I said I hated to be tucked in? Well, daddy-cat put a blanket on me, and an hour and a half later wandered by and I was still napping happily under the nice warm blankie. Hey, it's been a long day! I needed my beauty sleep!|
is a quilter, and when I was a little kitten I liked to climb up and lay
down on the hoop as she was
quilting. I haven't done it since I was just a wee-little guy. But
just the other night I decided to do it again, since I didn't think she
was paying enough attention to me! I don't fit onto the hoop as
nicely as before, though!
There is one more picture of me harassing her while she works on the page about this particular quilt.
|My favorite place in the whole house to nap is in the sewing room, on top of a 3-drawer cabinet where these unfinished quilt blocks are. They make a nice pillow, and whenever I wake up, I can easily look out the window. This...THIS is true cat-happiness!|
|I don't know why Daddy-cat gets so excited when one of these boxes arrives...doesn't seem so exciting to me!|
And now, I bow in appreciation as you return to the hostage-family page!