Good help is hard to find

[rolanni]

I've been playing database wrangler today while Steve is down at SRM Galactic Headquarters, packing books for a big mailing push on Monday.  Some books went into the mail yesterday -- Steve figured about 5%.  We have to mail what we've already signed, then we'll sign some more and mail some more, &c, &c...

So!  Since database wrangling is the Least Boringest Thing Ever to do on a sunny autumn Saturday, the cats have been doing their bit to cheer me along:

Here's the Maine Coon Sleep Ray Factory, set up in the living room

While Scrabble holds down the auxiliary post in Steve's office

Comments

[kinzel.livejournal.com]

Got to tell you, them sleep rays are reaching all the way to Waterville.... sigh.

[drammar.livejournal.com]

Purdy cats. Are Mozart and Hexapuma sleeping on an african?

[rolanni.livejournal.com]

Are Mozart and Hexapuma sleeping on an african?

In fact, they are asleep on the african. I hesitate to guess how old that african is...30 years? 35?

[keristor.livejournal.com]

And of course silver-grey coons pick the most brightly coloured fabric around to sleep on so that they show up nicely. Not much fond of camoflage, coon cats, they like to be seen and admired...

Scrabble, on the other hand, is attempting to blend in.

Pretty cats...

[rolanni.livejournal.com]

Well, it is kind of futile to try to blend in when you weigh 17 pounds and stand 16 inches at the shoulder.

[doccolt.livejournal.com]

Looks like a very nice Afghan, maybe home made. Pretty anyway. Puurrfect kitty (or puppy) bed.

[katmoonshaker.livejournal.com]

::grin:: StarWalker BitCat the ComputerKitty has a reserved chair in my office (and gets ticked with me when I move it, oy veh, the stern looks I get!). The other members of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Kitty Horde rotate as needed. I find whenever I'm in a flare or otherwise Not Feeling Well™, they'll start ganging up on me in the bedroom as soon as I lay down. My husband will come in and start counting cats to see what kind of day I've had. ::snicker::

I adore your cats and enjoy seeing the pictures you post of them!!

[rolanni.livejournal.com]

I find whenever I'm in a flare or otherwise Not Feeling Well™, they'll start ganging up on me in the bedroom as soon as I lay down.

Our cats usually keep a very close eye on us when we're ill. Scrabble is not demonstrative, but she'll take up a post on the cedar chest at the foot of the bed. The coon cats -- are coon cats. We can haz cuddle? Mmmmm. How about some of your floofy blanket?

When I was very, very ill (some years back now), we had four cats -- Hypatia, Kodi, Max!, and Nicky. They worked out the shifts between them, to make sure I was covered 24/7. It was...amazingly comforting.

[katmoonshaker.livejournal.com]

When I was very, very ill (some years back now), we had four cats -- Hypatia, Kodi, Max!, and Nicky. They worked out the shifts between them, to make sure I was covered 24/7. It was...amazingly comforting.

::nods:: They've found that having pets is very good for folx who are ill. One reason that they've started programs to bring in pets to nursing homes and hospitals. Petting lowers heart rate & bp. From my perspective I know that they make great leg warmers. ::grin:: My only problem is when the 15 pound 'kitten' Oberon (who just turned 3) gets on me at Just the Wrong Time™.

The older cats seem to be more aware of where to lay. But my best healing cat was the late Christopher T. Cat. He would hunt down anyone who was sick in the house and curl up on their chest and purr. Even though he was a solid 13 pound black Siamese mix (his vocabulary was astounding!) he would feel light as a feather if your lungs were tight. Friends would be staying over and greet us in the morning astonished at how much better they felt.

He trained most of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Kitty Horde. Indeed, he was the one who taught them all that "presents" must always be placed far enough to the side of the door opening so that Mommy doesn't step on them when coming outside. ::grin:: He was also the guardian of my children when they were born. Our family has a cradle that is now on wheels that was brought over the mountains from Virginia to Tennessee by an ancestor. Every child has lain in that cradle for at least six weeks after being born in the main line.

Chris hopped in immediately and sniffed the baby. Then he curled up at the end of the cradle. The other cats were allowed to come up and sniff at the baby but were not allowed any closer than two inches from the bars of the cradle or Chris would hiss, reach out, and bop the offender on the nose. I still miss him.