Cat wrangling is not easy...

we have been discussing this at home, why it is so difficult to wrangle in our cat boys. I have been testing various theories none of which seem to hold water and now I am throwing my hands up in the air finally agreeing that I am not Sigfried and Roy, and perhaps that is a good thing.

While these cat boys are always a bit happy to come into the cooler parlor yet they must always protest a bit just so we would know.

Mr Sweet Pants usually walks around like a jaguar in a cage

while the more resourceful Mr Puffy Pants feigns an emotional fainting that he believes would lead us into letting him out.

We held our ground that night...and then I noted that Mr Sweet Pants' front paws wanted to go out while his hind paws wanted to come in!

I chuckled...

Mr Puffy Pants found the scene adorable too.

That night the humans won.

Last Monday five years ago Augustus Sweet Pants chose to live with us; the photo below is a week after his arrival.  He was a tiny tot in those days with big paws and a little tail.  In those days he would not boss us around.  Today he does.

Still we could not love him more...yup, he is a fussy foofer but he is also Mr Sweet Pants! He talked a lot when he was little and he still does, when he wants something. Last night during entrapment we reflected upon this:

"O SON OF UTTERANCE! Thou art My stronghold; enter therein that thou mayest abide in safety. My love is in thee, know it, that thou mayest find Me near unto thee."

(Hidden Words)

 Cat boys send love and kisses...in pawfuls!