Post by sumgai on Jul 15, 2012 20:58:55 GMT -5
Now you all know (well, except for the FNG's) that I no longer play geetar, right? So what does the wife do, she figures that if she brings me home a Gibson and a Fender, I'll wanna play again. Women, go figure.
Wanna see pix? Sure, just scroll down a bit.....
(Gibson is on the left, Fender to the right.)
Holy expletive deleted, Scatman!!
Now what am I gonna do? 
Why, take more pictures, of course! ;D
Actually, we've had these guys almost a year, they were two months old when she got them. I'll try to enter the appropriate titles as we go along, stay with me here.
Of course, the first thing they do is teach a certain someone how to properly use a laptop:
Hmmm, talk about Karma, eh?
Then The Real Boss gets in the act, and teaches them how to nap:
After about a month, they can jump into the cat tree with ease:
But they do like chairs for practicing their Nap Training:
Now it turns out that Gibson is a born-Klutz, he's not sure how to be a Real Cat. OTOH, Fender has a sense of balance that's amazing. Here's a shot of him at about 3 months of age, on top of the paper shredder:
And another (a few months later) on the delicate-cloths drying rack (where he really doesn't belong, but he's already exhibiting that ever-present skill in all cats, the ability to selectively hear only the important things, like for instance a can opener):
Sometimes The Real Boss got them into trouble. This is supposed to be the Guest Bed, not the Cat Bed:
That led to a new cat-tree, at about 5 months of age:
Very amazingly, during winter (and snow), they just love the fireplace. Consider that Fender has quite long hair:
By 8 months of age (say in early February), they're bigger than The Real Boss. He always liked sitting in this doorway to watch the birds and squirrels, and he taught them to do the same.
A few months ago, they nearly overflow the chair:
So yeah, things are not quite as sad around here, despite our loss. Fender is about 12½ pounds and Gibson is packing close to 16 pounds now. Gibson's finally starting to get some grace, but there are still moments when it's hard not to laugh at him. Fender, for some reason, not only does he have mad skillz in the physical department, he's almighty cunning too. Even giving away 25% in body weight, he wins every fight. But, seemingly against all odds, Fender won't jump for beans, but trot out the laser light, and Gibson can tag my shoulders! (And I'm not just a small bit over 6' tall.)
What else can I say? Thanks, dear.
sumgai
Wanna see pix? Sure, just scroll down a bit.....
(Gibson is on the left, Fender to the right.)
Holy expletive deleted, Scatman!!
Now what am I gonna do? 
Why, take more pictures, of course! ;D
Actually, we've had these guys almost a year, they were two months old when she got them. I'll try to enter the appropriate titles as we go along, stay with me here.
Of course, the first thing they do is teach a certain someone how to properly use a laptop:
Hmmm, talk about Karma, eh?
Then The Real Boss gets in the act, and teaches them how to nap:
After about a month, they can jump into the cat tree with ease:
But they do like chairs for practicing their Nap Training:
Now it turns out that Gibson is a born-Klutz, he's not sure how to be a Real Cat. OTOH, Fender has a sense of balance that's amazing. Here's a shot of him at about 3 months of age, on top of the paper shredder:
And another (a few months later) on the delicate-cloths drying rack (where he really doesn't belong, but he's already exhibiting that ever-present skill in all cats, the ability to selectively hear only the important things, like for instance a can opener):
Sometimes The Real Boss got them into trouble. This is supposed to be the Guest Bed, not the Cat Bed:
That led to a new cat-tree, at about 5 months of age:
Very amazingly, during winter (and snow), they just love the fireplace. Consider that Fender has quite long hair:
By 8 months of age (say in early February), they're bigger than The Real Boss. He always liked sitting in this doorway to watch the birds and squirrels, and he taught them to do the same.
A few months ago, they nearly overflow the chair:
So yeah, things are not quite as sad around here, despite our loss. Fender is about 12½ pounds and Gibson is packing close to 16 pounds now. Gibson's finally starting to get some grace, but there are still moments when it's hard not to laugh at him. Fender, for some reason, not only does he have mad skillz in the physical department, he's almighty cunning too. Even giving away 25% in body weight, he wins every fight. But, seemingly against all odds, Fender won't jump for beans, but trot out the laser light, and Gibson can tag my shoulders! (And I'm not just a small bit over 6' tall.)
What else can I say? Thanks, dear.
sumgai
