Saturday, January 15, 2011

Big Cat...

Huck can now reach the top of the desk without leaving the floor...



In my experience, red tabby toms have usually been huge. At eight or nine months, Huck doesn't look to break the pattern...
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21 comments:

Grant Cunningham said...

Lazy House Cat, also a red tabby, is currently at 15lbs. Yours has a ways to go yet.

7:43 PM, January 15, 2011
Tam said...

Huck's probably kissing right up to 15 pounds (he's certainly larger than 12-lb Rannie...) and, judging by his snowshoe feet, still has a ways to go...

7:45 PM, January 15, 2011
Jeffro said...

You ought see the neck and shoulders of The Cat Who Rules Here - who looks very very close to Huck, only older and bigger.

7:50 PM, January 15, 2011
bob said...

He'll soon be eating you out of house and Roseholme.

7:51 PM, January 15, 2011
Standard Mischief said...

note omnipresent reverse roll of masking tape for de-furring clothing in background.

8:24 PM, January 15, 2011
Keads said...

When Huck figures out the can opener you and Roomie are toast!

10:32 PM, January 15, 2011
Anonymous said...

We had a female tri-color that tipped the scales at 28lbs. She was so big that a repairman thought she was an afghan and freaked when she moved.

10:37 PM, January 15, 2011
Joanna said...

Kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty. At least he's friendly.

10:51 PM, January 15, 2011
Anonymous said...

Every housecat thinks it's a lion. Some just do a more convincing impression than others.

Jim

12:52 AM, January 16, 2011
Drang said...

@Jim. Not lion, tiger. Lions are weird, but tigers are just kitteh writ large.

1:34 AM, January 16, 2011
Josh Kruschke said...

In high school we had a orange/red tabby that weighed in at around 25-30lbs.

:-)

2:16 AM, January 16, 2011
Josh Kruschke said...

Ps. When rescuing/ adopting a pet don't choose the loudest.
:-)

2:20 AM, January 16, 2011
Anonymous said...

The late, mostly lamented Gigancat tipped the scales at 20-22 lbs. In 17 years of existence he never did figure out that speeding cat + parquet floor = magnificent wreck at the wall. We think he was a former linebacker. "Hi! My name's Moose and I play foobaw!"
LittleRed1

9:14 AM, January 16, 2011
Laura said...

Ps. When rescuing/ adopting a pet don't choose the loudest.

ohhhhh i can vouch for this one.

9:53 AM, January 16, 2011
Anonymous said...

Well, don't choose the quietest either. I swear they gave something to quit down the puppy we adopted.

Rich

1:16 PM, January 16, 2011
Steve Skubinna said...

A neighbor had an American Eskimo dog, maybe 15 pounds. She would spend a lot of time over at my house, hanging with me and my dogs.

Once I saw her on the road while driving an F-250. I pulled over and opened the passenger side door to say "hi." She looked up, and without any apparent physical effort, levitated herself up to the passenger seat, which was three to four times her height.

I swear I saw no muscular movement at all. That must be one reason all the other dogs on the ridge, mine excluded, were scared shitless of her.

1:56 PM, January 16, 2011
Steve Skubinna said...

Uh... in case it isn't obvious, by "her" and "she" in my above comment I refer to the dog, not the neighbor.

1:57 PM, January 16, 2011
Anonymous said...

Steve - It's a neat story either way :P

Jim

2:30 PM, January 16, 2011
Fuzzy Curmudgeon said...

Wait till he starts jumping on your nightstand and knocking everything off...at oh-my-god-30.

And I wish I were kidding.

8:47 PM, January 16, 2011
Joanna said...

Nathan: That's why women want throw pillows in the bedroom. It's so we have something to whang at the cat to make them get off the dresser.

2:14 PM, January 17, 2011
Tam said...

Why do you think they're called "throw" pillows? ;)

5:28 PM, January 17, 2011

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