The Life of Wren and Rocko: I saw thee weep

at another cat post.

UGH. I HATE THAT IT WAS MY DESIRE TO DO ANOTHER CAT PICTURE POST THAT BROUGHT ME BACK TO THE BLOG. Sorry for the dry spell. And sorry I'm a crazy cat lady.

So, after we got Keats, it was only a month or two before we realized that despite his adorableness, his bipolar hyperactive psychosis was going to drive us crazy. So we did the only logical thing there is to do when you have one crazy cat... get a second cat. And ever since we got Byron, it has helped calm Keats down a bit.

Byron is the complete opposite of Keats. He has great talent; great passion; a distaste for society and social institutions; a lack of respect for rank and privilege (although possessing both); being thwarted in love by social constraint or death; rebellion; exile; an unsavory secret past; arrogance; overconfidence or lack of foresight; and, ultimately, a self-destructive manner.

Oh. Sorry. I was mixing up my cat Byron with the "Byronic Hero." But who could blame me with their remarkable similarities. Ehem. Byron my cat is the complete opposite of Keats. He is fat, orange, fluffy, calm, sleepy, dirty, purr-y, needy, whiny, asthmatic, declawed, ungraceful, wimpy, innocent, and lazy. His favorite pastimes include sleeping, munching on Kleenex, rolling around on his back, purring, meowing, hiding from Keats, and going outside. He'll paw at the back door for minutes at a time, until we let him outside. Then, he'll paw at the front door to come back in. At which point, he'll walk across the living room, to the back door, and paw at it to go right back out. And who could blame him; he is the constant victim of Keats's obsessive compulsive cleaning/murdering habits:

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... I could put more, but you get the idea.

Cautious and Chionophobic Cats

Byron likes to purr. It's almost like that's just how he breathes. Like, he only purrs on the out-breath. He even purrs in his sleep.

Midnight snack