Pet Photo Spam

I thought I'd share a few (dozen) pics of Lupe and Abel that I've amassed over the past week or two because I think my furbabies are just too precious. I really hope they adjust well to having a baby brother and that Patrick and I can continue to give them lots of love and attention, even if it's not quite as much as before. I comfort myself with the fact that eventually Wiley will be able to join us in loving on the animals and even be able to play with them.

Abel has determined the crib is his. Luckily, he can't really jump into it without there being something beside the crib for him to get up on first (in this case, the dog cage 'til we figure out where to move it)... so once Wiley gets here he can't just get up with him (I've seen him attempt to get in the crib from the floor, he's not able to jump quite high enough). I've also since washed the bedding so we'll probably actually start trying to keep him from getting in there once I replace the bedding.

Here Abel is trying to steal Patrick's pot pie. I'm sure some germaphobe is freaking out somewhere at the idea of a cat being on a table--but my entire life our cats have been able to get on our tables/counters (Abel doesn't get on the counters, which is nice, though)... the only time we stop them is when we have guests over and that's generally at holidays where we've thoroughly cleaned them (although with our table here the only time I keep Abel off it is with guests over--but I clean it on a more regular basis. The table at my mom's kinda got taken over by the cats for awhile). I've always been exceptionally healthy and so I'm really not worried about it, I snuggle Abel with my face, anyway. Love my baby. Plus, he's indoor only--I've always had indoor-outdoor cats, so he's probably even cleaner. Either way, I could probably learn how to teach a cat to stay off the table, but I don't know how and it doesn't bother me so I don't stop it.

Look at my handsome boy, in his favorite spot in front of the bathroom door. Here he looks so much like my cat, Tucker, that passed away a little over a year ago. 

I thought Abel looked so cute here, peeking out from his hiding spot!

I swear, I take photos of Lupe, Abel is just easier to get 'cause he moves less, does cuter stuff while asleep and doesn't turn into a black blur when he moves. Lupe actually avoids the camera because she hates the flash.

I was getting paranoid that I've gotten too fat for the baby sling I purchased--ignoring the fact in a few weeks I'll have had the baby and that'll at least get rid of some of my belly. Still, forced Abel to be my test subject to be sure I could still manage to fit a baby in it at the size I'm at currently. He's actually a large baby at 12lbs, haha. 

Don't let that face fool you--Lupe wanted to be up there with me. I think she was jealous of the attention Abel was getting because as soon as I put him down she jumped up in my lap, such a brat.

Here's Lupe shortly after we gave her her adoption day present--a stuffed toy bone. We bought it mostly because Lupe loves ripping out stuffing, it's all over the floor now. But at this point I was telling her to go get it 'cause she'd already put it down.

Lupe is such a prissy little girl, it's so funny that people mistake her for a boy--between her hot pink collar and leash (the leash you can see from far away) and just her overall way she carries herself. Lupe is a prissy little thing. This is one of three photos of her holding her paw up, which she does all the time, but that's how long she'll do it for... that I can get three photos in without even rushing to try to get them. 

I looooove this photo of her, I wish I had gotten it without the flash--but it wouldn't have been as clear without it, I'm sure. The only time I get good flash-less photos of Dupes is when we're outdoors.

Such a ham.

Abel trying to figure out what a screw driver is, haha.

Poor Abel gets no respect--just lots and lots of horrible love and attention.

Our fat little man. It was kinda shocking the other day when I saw old photos of him and realized he is fat compared to when we got him. I'd comforted myself with the fact that while he gained weight when we first got him (he looked about to burst pregnant) that I'd had him lose most of it.... Apparently not, though. Still, the vet last time I checked said he was healthy so until his checkup next month I'm not going to worry about it. The vet said you could feel his ribs and muscles and that some male cats just get a belly after being fixed.

And here's a pic I got today of my wild cat, Stash.... who is about 1/2 to 1/3 the size of Abel. Oh geeze.