Happy Valentine's Day, y'all

Nice Valentine's Day at Chez Wolves. I worked 5 hours, then ran some errands, and now we're going to Cpl Wolves' for dinner (which I am cooking). Managed to remember to get Mrs. Wolves some flowers.  Murder liked them:

She liked them so much she wanted to eat them:

She tried hard:

And managed to knock a few petals off, which she promptly hunted down:

Not sure if she actually ate the petals.

In addition to flowers, Mrs. Wolves received a half-dozen Shari's Berries -- those chocolate-covered strawberries that are so good. I guess they were, because 24 hours after their delivery, this is what was left:

No, I didn't get any. Why do you ask?

These guys take the neighborhood watch thing seriously

I have no damn idea what they were looking at, but you'd have to look around to find three cats more focused on the same thing:

Whatever the hell it was.

Getting ready for Christmas?

Murder seems to be getting into the spirit. I think it is the Christmas spirit, but it could be something else:

Perhaps she is just getting ready for Minnesota Wolves and Might Marry Wolves, who are visiting around New Year's. Hard to tell with cats.

Is this a service call?

Apparently, the kitties are looking for job opportunities in the printer repair field. Mayhem recently displayed interest in how printers work:

I guess the paper wasn't feeding properly:

Or maybe she thought the expression "paper feeding" meant there was food here somewhere:

She sure looked:

And wound up with a "Who? Me?" expression when it was all over.

The Beastmaster returns

Cpl. Wolves came by the other day for a visit. His animals were glad to see him:

I'm not sure they have forgiven him for marrying a woman with cat allergies, but it looks like they don't really hold a grudge:

Clearly, they miss him. So do I.

Does this mean they're friends now?

When Mischief first came to the house, Murder and Mayhem were somewhat less than welcoming. They didn't want her here and made that sentiment clear. Just the other day, Mayhem and Mischief were doing one of those things that cats do -- wrestling:

And chewing on each other:

Obviously, these are things cats do when they like each other. Who among us does not chew on his or her friends? Yeah, that's cats for you. In any event, it would appear that Mischief is fully welcome into the Wolves cat household.

Sleepy or evil?

You decide. Murder and Mayhem, caught recently sleeping together in one of the thousands of cat beds set up around the Wolves household, gave off some fairly ambiguous looks. Were they just sleepy:

Or evil, plotting kitty havoc:

You decide.

Too much kitties in this bed

Once upon a time, when Cpl. Wolves was but a toddler, he once climbed in bed with me and Mrs. Wolves and, unhappy with the crowded situation, declared, "Too much people in this bed." Well, Mrs. Wolves apparently reached the same conclusion the other morning. She woke up to this:

Naturally, she tried to shoo the kitties away. Good luck:

I think the kitties triumphed:

OK, I got cats. Problem?

Look, when in doubt, put up some cat pictures. Cats rule the internet, right? Mischief took over a chair the other afternoon, and Mrs. Wolves documented the event. Mischief, apparently, had a hard time getting comfortable. Or, maybe she just couldn't choose between multiple comfortable positions. I don't know, you'd have to ask her. She went this way:

And this way:

Not to mention this way:

Sup if dat?

Stealth kitty

Cpl. Wolves came by the other day, and naturally he spent some time snuggling with his animals. Here he is with Sadie the Ball-Warming Dog and Mischief:

I'm sorry, whose disembodied tail is that in the picture above? Yeah, she stuck her head out a little later -- it was Murder, who didn't want to be left out:

Mrs. Wolves has given me a bazillion kitty pictures in the last day or two. I'll probably be posting a lot of them because I haven't been posting much lately and cheap posts are better than none. I haven't been posting much lately because Temp Town is giving me no material, and I am in a quandary about how much I should just give up on Temp Town as a source of blog material. I'll let you know how that internal argument comes out. In the meantime, enjoy the kitty posts.

Let me out!

It is clear that our kitties want to go kill things. Sadie, the auxiliary emergency backup dog, doesn't care very much, but it seems clear those kitties want out. Free them?