Behold the white boys in my household. Things you can say about George...he's big and he's white, very white. The local animal clinic staff marvel at his thick lomg white fur. He likes his chin skritched. He belongs to Dennis but he's quite partial to Ilana when she's around. Featured in the lights picture last night, he's not the sharpest tool in the shed. He wants to behave himself and be a good boy but, he forgets, impulse control issues, he can't help himself, he must bite or scratch you. Then he doesn't have slightest clue why you are upset. "What? What? What'd I do?"
But Dennis loves him and he's mostly a big goof. It took him a long long time to realize that he had nothing to fear from the large dog (a completely cream puff and push over). "George", we would advise him "just whack her once and you're the boss". But he couldn't get it.
My 200th Photoessay. Wow, I should make a gallery of all of the pictures I've written about. If I could find them all.
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And I'm sure throwing up in my room is just George's way of telling me his cares.
I miss my white boy! My apartment has been really cold recently and I could use the warmth. That's a classic George bliss picture. You can really see how huge he is.
I don't think I have seen a picture of George in the last year. He is such a fluffy guy! Does he purr as he is biting and scratching? Annabel nips when I don't pet her just right. Not very hard anymore, but she never stops purring even after I slap her back. Not that she will ever admite that she should not have nipped. Not part of the way things are according, to her.
Beautiful kitty. My cat, Angel, will grab you with her teeth and hold on a little if you don't get it right.
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