Her comment in the first photo: “What?”

Second photo: “Whee!”

She is truly adorable, Kevin. She is a special joy, isn’t she?

The cat we adopted one year ago is now firmly ensconced in our hearts. Little Gracie, She of 10,000 Nicknames, is so much fun. We just have a grand old time with her. She cannot replace Jingles who came before her, but she has her own place. And that’s how it should be.

She of 10,000 Nicknames

Ha! Know exactly what you mean.

The head tilt! The head tilt!

*dies of cuteness*

Yeah, the head tilt gets me every time.

Our dog Wendy does the Head Tilt whenever I ask her, “Cute in the face?”

It’s killer cute.

Just wait till she discovers the convenient floor-mounted drinking fountain.

she better have wiped her ass with some of that.

But seriously, I had the pleasure of meeting that sweet little beast the other night and she stole my heart.  I would like to eats it it is soooo cute.

Yes, Biscuit took quite a shine to Uncle Iceberg. Maybe it’s because you reeked of pesto and Miller High Life. She can’t get enough of both of those.

Ah, youth.

So cute!

“Who me?”

You SO need to send some of those Biscuit snaps to the folks over at Cuteoverload.com.

Miller High Life, Kevin?  Really?

Miller High Life, Kevin?  Really?

I’m a whiskey and wine guy, but if I’m drinking beer I mostly tend toward the snootier varieties.

Miller High Life (not to be confused with MGD) is one of Iceberg’s favorites. Actually, for the low-end stuff, it’s one of mine, too. I’m a sucker for an ice cold High Life on a hot summer day.

Has Rob had his shot at Biscuit yet? It’s my turn!

The head tilt-I’m-too-cute-to-be-guilty-I-was-just-playing-and- when-I-play-you-always-love-me-more face is definitely one for lolcats.

You go biscuit-boogie-sweetie-pie-sugar-sugar-muffin-pot-schnookums -cutie-sweetie ...

And no, I NEVER talk like that to my little Midnight—NEVER.

I haz dun somthing wrng? Wuz lik that whens Iz git hears.

Helpless before the megacuteness. Heart softening..unable to type…involuntarily uttering “awwwwwww” noises…...

Kevin, have you tried her out on Q-Tips? My cat Fletcher used to practically do baton-twirling routines with them.

Has Rob had his shot at Biscuit yet? It’s my turn!

ts, hell yeah, Rob raced over here with his lovely wife a few days after we got her.

Kevin, have you tried her out on Q-Tips? My cat Fletcher used to practically do baton-twirling routines with them.

With ours, for a while it was primarily rubber bands. We had to scour the house as he was so fascinated that he’d literally hunt them down in the obscurest nooks (we were petrified he’d try to eat one and cause lord knows what hassle for him and us). Other than that, he’s all about cardboard boxes, string, his sock full of catnip bud (cue grotesque sucking noises), and his tail. Unless we’re trying to get him to show off for an audience, of course.

Thankfully, he’s never shown the slightest interest in the toilet roll dispenser, though woe betide you if you’ve settled down in there for a quiet visit when he decides he simply must find out what you’re up to in there.

And in answer to YAFB & Mrs. Polly:

Yes, she’s discovered drinking out of the toilet and no, she hasn’t discovered Q-Tips yet.  The shelf they’re on is too high for her. 

For the moment.

Any time we get something delivered in a box we set the empty box in the middle of the floor.  It will be occupied by a cat in approximately 5 seconds.  Who will then defend it from the approaches of another cat.  They’re fun pets to have and Biscuit is really adorable!

We go for the really expensive cat toy: the plastic ring that detaches from the milk carton lid. Safer than a rubber band, light enough to be tossed OR rolled, and hours of fun for any goofball cat of any age. Our Gracie has perfected the hockey/soccer goal sweep, as proven recently when we moved the piano away from the wall and found about twenty of them. heh.

Our Gracie has perfected the hockey/soccer goal sweep, as proven recently when we moved the piano away from the wall and found about twenty of them. heh.

For us it was the GF’s hairbands. Moved the couch one day to vacuum and found the mother lode of hair bands. Plus it’s the only toy I’ve seen a cat play fetch with. We’d let it fly and Macy would chase it down and then proudly prance back to us with it in her mouth. Rinse, repeat, rinse, repeat, etc, etc ad nauseum.

I refuse to comment on “Biscuit” threads, because I’m like the Fress Space on a Bingo Card when it comes to baby kitties.

I’m the biggest sucker on the planet for kitty porn, but gushing over fuzzy lumpkins is bad for the StrangeApps brand.