Sorry for the blogging brown-out, but It’s a Wonderful Life has been aggravating my back and sucking what little surplus energy I have. Last night my spine really didn’t want to go on with the show, making it impossible to get in and out of my chair with any alacrity, so I stood on stage throughout the entire play, which actually seemed to work pretty well, except toward the end, when I accidentally started playing the Stage Manager from Our Town. Happily, Sunday is the closing performance, so we should be open for regular business next week.
In the meantime, here’s another Study in Contrasting Attitudes toward the Camera. Moondoggie, who has never met a lens that didn’t love him, is unruffled by the presence of a paparazzo, but slightly concerned about Riley, who reacts to having her midday sock-fondling interrupted by sputtering indignantly like Lionel Barrymore’s Mr. Potter and threatening to sic the Law on us.
“Merry Christmas to you!…in jail!”
Thank you for these kitteh pictures.
I often think you’re a bit hard on Riley, but, er … well, perhaps not.
(Changing gears here *cough* I came across a site yesterday on how to tell if your cat is plotting to kill you.)
Left by zhak on December 19th, 2009