This was a sop to you, Brit. But I guess I just don’t have that “Biscuit Magic.”

Ms. YAFB and I were just dribbling on:

Ms. Y: AWWWW, they look just like Biscuit!

Me: They’re tabbies.

We’re a little nonplussed to see a tabby upright, given ours’s tendencies.

Ok. In the spirit of an open thread, here’s something on account for the Idiot Silly Season:

rolling her eyes and sighing

Didn’t Obama do THE VERY SAME THING to Hillary during a debate or something? Or was that Kerry?

Zero is sporting some real Jackalope limbs, there. But Brit, Bill & Nada seem to be trying to fight off an exposition of sleep as much as each other. I’d not call that “upright,” so much as “lounge position, post-pugilistic.”

Glad to see Nada landed a haymaker on Bill, though! I Can Has Womyns Power!

If our city council had to stop the meeting and eject people every time they rolled their eyes and sighed, our new zoning code would have taken a couple of years longer to work out.

Still, it would be nice to be able to say to your teenager “I’ll call the cops on you if you roll your eyes at me again!”

And that’s some Stellaluna size ears on those kittehs!

Whoops, lagging behind as usual.

Didn’t Ms. Heslop violate a new British law against public eccentricity that went into effect not long ago?

Over on HuffPo, you take your life in your hands when you click nowadays.

Didn’t Ms. Heslop violate a new British law against public eccentricity that went into effect not long ago?

Psst. We annexed Illinois overnight. Agent Breitbart had everyone nicely distracted for us. Don’t spoil it now.

Psst. We annexed Illinois overnight.

OK, I need coffee. With some non-dairy arsenic creamer, please!

I grew up in the western suburbs, not far from Elmhurst. Eye-rolling and sighing is the only way to survive.

Adorable!

Look like cousins to my brother cats, who were once cute kittens who hadn’t yet figured out how to disassemble a sofa with just their claws:

@Fallsroad—Bill is now 18lb., Zero is a 26lb. Bunker Buster…and that couch is a pile of gray cotton-candy.

Furniture is the ante for owning cats.

Furniture is the ante for owning cats.

I gave up the ghost on that many years ago. We have two others in addition the the brothers, so the wife and I are solidly outnumbered.

Linus is 16lbs, Toby 14. I’m guessing your cats, in addition to deconstructing the furniture, are also eating it. :)

Dan Froomkin’s non-story about Geithner refusing to endorse Elizabeth Warren for the CFPB…

Y’all know I love me some Elizabeth Warren, but I refuse to get pre-raged about this. Call me crazy, but I’m going to wait until we see what they’re actually gonna do before flying into a snit.

Now, I see nothing wrong with encouraging the admin to nominate EW and signed a petition [MoveOn?] to that effect. But to get all flipped out before anything has even happened? Dumb.

Call me crazy, but I’m going to wait until we see what they’re actually gonna do before flying into a snit.

What I don’t get is, AFAIK there are two other candidates. Is it really Geithner’s place to express a preference?

And Strange—18 and 26lb!? Ours weighs in at around 15 or so in his socks, and we get heat off the vet about that. Is there some puma blood in there?

@YAFB—Talk to Len. IIRC, he’s got a Zero of his own.

They’re both perfectly healthy, and Bill’s built like Schwarzenegger. Zero, on the other hand, looks like four pipe-cleaners stuck in a Butterball turkey, but he still climbs trees and catches birds, and the vets can’t find a damn thing wrong with him.

I’m surrounded by mutants, which is probably appropriate.

My cat Babs—a big beautiful torbie—is probably around 18 pounds. She’s due for the vet and I’m sure I’ll get the usual scolding. But I’m not about to let her out in this neighborhood for constitutionals (too many dogs, rats, cars, and crazy people) and putting a cat on a treadmill, even if I had room for one, is generally not doable.

Her companion, Sonny, who gets the same diet she does (and I watch them to make sure she doesn’t eat his food) is barely 10 pounds. So I’m going with “metabolism” as the answer.

@Oblomova—Zero ignores wet food and bowls in general, and only eats the dry stuff I feed him by hand. Bill, who eats everything, all day, is smaller. And Zip, the surviving sister, is only 9 pounds with a stiff breeze.

I’ve been forced to conclude that Zero derives his excess mass from the heat-death of alternate universes. Either that, or deep, continuous, contented sleep is some form of super trans-fat.

I look forward to some pics of the adult size Zero and pals! Ours never quite grew into his ears. Strong breezes can be a problem.

Late lamented? Damn, they’re all with The Flash now.

@kre8tr810—Yep. Flash, Budgie, Nada, Dodger, Whisper, TJ and the Nameless Snowball are all waiting on the Rainbow Bridge.

...which is the last thing you’ll see, as I garrote you from behind, you prick.

Jesus Christ turning stone into bread, but what are you people feeding your cats, elephants? Midnight, who wandered into my life about 15 months ago is not shy about eating, but she doesn’t weigh more than 10 pounds. She does get a lot of exercise, however, and usually blows me a kiss goodbye when I head to my car in the morning from her perch on the roof of my apartment.

She’s a climber, all right—jump on the railing to the small stairway out back, leap onto the small overhang and traipse about on the roof like you haven’t a care in the world all the while throwing stink-eye at the teasing birds zipping above her head.

She’s also walking death to moths, flies and any other flitting, fluttering creatures in the back yard. Then again, I am still haunted by the death screams of the small mouse she caught about 8 months ago and then proceeded to torture behind her favorite bush. “eeeeeeee .... eeeeeeeee ... eeeeeeee” .... haunting, haunting I tell ya.