Two great tastes that taste great together.

ecchaniz0r @ 12:21 am: Spam spam spam kittyspam!
So about ten-ish years ago my family was adopted by this little moochy-arse brown Aby-mix tabby. She started out just being fed bulk kibble and sleeping in our porch, with dad's old down jacket in a milk crate her hangout.

Then one winter's day she zoomed into the house.

PWND.

Now we are Her People.

She has about a million damn nicknames, but she's most commonly called Mir. (Second most common nickname: 'get off of my pants.')


Loafenstien. Yes, that's my room. It's really orange. That blanket started out life as my ersatz yoga mat until she claimed it as her bitch.


Closer loaf! Note the 'what in the sam hill are you going' expression. You can sort of see her ear tufts in this picture, and her agouti-tabby colours. The digital camera is old, and also shit, alas. It doesn't do her colours justice. She may be just a doofy little brown cat but she's insanely pretty to me. XD


Sprawl! you can see a bit of her pattern here. She's got a classic mackerel-stripey tabby pattern under all the fluff and ticking. This led my aunt, who is like Teh Kity Guru, to declare her definitely-part-abyssinian. Her affinity for high places ('aaaagh vulture cat!') also lends weight to this hypothesis.


Sometimes, kitty camwhoring happens.


Sometimes she defies my efforts to take a good picture. She'd been sitting up like a Bastet icon until I hit the bloody shutter and then, suddenly, we had to wash furiously. Also featured: My wall scroll, and Yoga Blanket 2 - now also Kitty's Bitch.


Kitty stank eye. I woke her up for This Shit? Note the Adorable Pink Nose - it's much less so when she jams it into my ear in the wee hours of the morning.

I should take more pictures of her soon; these are all so old...