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jezebelthegreat: She turns away while I’m going to the bathroom, as if what I’m doing is somehow revolting and discourteous. Whatever, cat. You’re not better than me. I cleaned your shit off the floor four times today.

jezebelthegreat:

She turns away while I’m going to the bathroom, as if what I’m doing is somehow revolting and discourteous.

Whatever, cat. You’re not better than me. I cleaned your shit off the floor four times today.

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gatsbylives: This is Charlie (named after Chaplin), the sweet little hobo cat who decided awhile back that our front porch is his home. He’s become such a fixture that we all worry if he’s not there.

gatsbylives:

This is Charlie (named after Chaplin), the sweet little hobo cat who decided awhile back that our front porch is his home. He’s become such a fixture that we all worry if he’s not there.

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apethink: Frank! I finally got a picture of this elusive bastard, the only one in the ten years since I moved here. He bolts whenever he sees me, which is usually before I see him. I used to call him Property Boy. He lives in the house behind us and thought our yard was his when I first moved in with my cats in ‘03. I quickly learned that he was a young bully, so I’d run him off whenever I saw him because I didn’t want him roughing up Laney. He did once make the mistake of sneaking in through the catdoor. His horrified screams woke us up and we ran to the living room to find Kenobi chasing him around, beating the shit out of him every time he tried to get back to the catdoor. He could see the backyard though the sliding glass door and kept jumping at it like a lunatic until we subdued Kenobi and opened it for him. Unlike our current duo of wienerpusses, Kenobi wasn’t about to let any random cats come sauntering into the house. About a year ago, my wife and I were standing on the deck and watched as new neighborhood asshole cat Andy came scrambling over the back wall and scurried along the fence line from our backyard to our front, with Frank in hot pursuit. That’s when we learned his name. His human, who we’d never seen before, popped his head over the back wall and shouted “Frank! Frank! Get back here! Frank! FRANK!” Andy bailed through a hole in the next-door neighbor’s gate and Frank, suddenly aware that we were standing right there, quickly turned and ran back along the fence to his awaiting human’s Wilsonesque demi-head.

apethink:

Frank!

I finally got a picture of this elusive bastard, the only one in the ten years since I moved here. He bolts whenever he sees me, which is usually before I see him.

I used to call him Property Boy. He lives in the house behind us and thought our yard was his when I first moved in with my cats in ‘03. I quickly learned that he was a young bully, so I’d run him off whenever I saw him because I didn’t want him roughing up Laney. He did once make the mistake of sneaking in through the catdoor. His horrified screams woke us up and we ran to the living room to find Kenobi chasing him around, beating the shit out of him every time he tried to get back to the catdoor. He could see the backyard though the sliding glass door and kept jumping at it like a lunatic until we subdued Kenobi and opened it for him. Unlike our current duo of wienerpusses, Kenobi wasn’t about to let any random cats come sauntering into the house.

About a year ago, my wife and I were standing on the deck and watched as new neighborhood asshole cat Andy came scrambling over the back wall and scurried along the fence line from our backyard to our front, with Frank in hot pursuit. That’s when we learned his name. His human, who we’d never seen before, popped his head over the back wall and shouted “Frank! Frank! Get back here! Frank! FRANK!” Andy bailed through a hole in the next-door neighbor’s gate and Frank, suddenly aware that we were standing right there, quickly turned and ran back along the fence to his awaiting human’s Wilsonesque demi-head.

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apethink: Chinaco³ In the castes of colonial Mexico, the natives and mestizos who worked as servants doing heavy labor were likened by the Spanish colonists to Chinese laborers, and were called Chinaco. Unlike most non-noblemen, the Chinaco, being in charge of the nobleman’s stables, became expert horsemen and helped contribute to the cause of the revolution against Spain, both sides of the Reform War, and against the French Intervention, presumably including the battle of Puebla on May 5, 1862. A leader of the Chinaco forces was General Manuel González, who purchased land in the north eastern state of Tamaulipas. A century later, hurricane Inez devastated crops throughout the state, and González’s descendants decided to plant agave to sell to tequila distillers in Jalisco, which was the only state legally allowed to produce tequila. When the crops matured, the Jalisco buyers backed out, and the González family decided to start their own tequila company and called it Chinaco. They petitioned the government for years, and in 1977 received Denomination of Origin status, becoming the only legal tequila distillery outside of Jalisco. Each bottle bears the emblem of the horseback warrior who fought from beings servants to Spanish nobility to being the earliest of Mexican nobility. In 2011, my neighbors gave me a cat they found in a parking lot and I named him Chinaco. Because I was drunk. Happy Cinco de Mayo!

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Chinaco³

In the castes of colonial Mexico, the natives and mestizos who worked as servants doing heavy labor were likened by the Spanish colonists to Chinese laborers, and were called Chinaco. Unlike most non-noblemen, the Chinaco, being in charge of the nobleman’s stables, became expert horsemen and helped contribute to the cause of the revolution against Spain, both sides of the Reform War, and against the French Intervention, presumably including the battle of Puebla on May 5, 1862.

A leader of the Chinaco forces was General Manuel González, who purchased land in the north eastern state of Tamaulipas. A century later, hurricane Inez devastated crops throughout the state, and González’s descendants decided to plant agave to sell to tequila distillers in Jalisco, which was the only state legally allowed to produce tequila. When the crops matured, the Jalisco buyers backed out, and the González family decided to start their own tequila company and called it Chinaco. They petitioned the government for years, and in 1977 received Denomination of Origin status, becoming the only legal tequila distillery outside of Jalisco. Each bottle bears the emblem of the horseback warrior who fought from beings servants to Spanish nobility to being the earliest of Mexican nobility.

In 2011, my neighbors gave me a cat they found in a parking lot and I named him Chinaco. Because I was drunk.

Happy Cinco de Mayo!

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apethink:

I just wanted a fucking picture of a cat and a bottle.

First, I tried indoors, but Chinaco freaks out when you try to pin him down indoors, so I decided to do it outside. I had to quietly follow him until he just plunked down on his own and then put the bottle in place. As I followed him, Weeby followed me. You’ll note the little fucker lost his clown collar last night. So, finally Chinaco plunked down, I put the bottle in place and got him used to it without him kicking it away, and got the one picture I needed before Weeby stepped in. It always starts with adorable nose rubbing and nuzzling. Soon, one of them goes for the throat and then the other guy either licks him to tell him to chill or bites back, at which point full on melee breaks out and it’s time to get your expensive liquor out of the way and just watch the show.

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jezebelthegreat: I like to think that if I were to walk over there and look at her face, I’d see a tear slowly rolling down her cheek, just like the crying Indian in the “Keep America beautiful” commercial.

jezebelthegreat:

I like to think that if I were to walk over there and look at her face, I’d see a tear slowly rolling down her cheek, just like the crying Indian in the “Keep America beautiful” commercial.