Cheeseburger wandered up to me and begged me to pick him up and cuddle him. 

So out of his character, he normally likes being just beside you and have you pet him, not super clingy like Fries. I think he wants to go on a walk. Maybe I’ll take him tomorrow if I can find his leash…

And yes, I take him for walks when it’s nice but not too hot out. Fries is too scared. My old cat Zip used to come on walks all the time, the neighbourhood dogs were more scared of him than my dog Dale LOL.

I want to go shower but Fries is sleeping on my chest and looks comfy…

Cheeseburger, my partially blind cat, is having more trouble seeing now. 

I’m on the couch lounging with my head on the arm rest, when he decides to jump on the arm rest and sit on it. He didn’t register I was there until he licked my face -___-“

By the way, these are my cats, I talk about them WAY too often. Fries is the little grey one (he looks fat in this photo, but he is just turned awkwardly, he’s only 7lbs.), and the giant, 20lb, orange thing is Cheeseburger.

Cheeseburger is crippled, partially blind, pretty much mute, fat, really stupid, and uses his tongue to figure out his surroundings.
Fries is extremely cuddly, clingy, and likes to create a mess.

My blog needs more pictures of my cats, so here is a picture of Fries, that cat that refuses to leave my side.

For size reference, my netbook is 11 inches, and Fries is 12.5-13 inches. D’awww.

Fries when the food dish is empty and it is not time for me to fill it yet: knocks container over. A good attempt for an average brained cat to open a sealed container.

Cheeseburger when the food dish is empty and it is not time for me to fill it yet: tries to eat through the plastic/Tupperware container…

Cheeseburger discovered the cardboard box I carried my remaining textbooks home in today. It has open/closing flaps. 

Cheeseburger loves flaps because they make more sound and move when he paws at them repeatedly.

He’s making that fucking robot chicken/blue clues sound again. Now I have to deal with the sound of him pawing at cardboard and the robot chicken/blues clues sound but he looks way too happy/entertained for me to shoo him away.

Anyone want to borrow a 25lb, partially blind, gimpy back legs, practically mute, orange cat named after food?

All day today, when Cheeseburger got excited over something (EVERYTHING makes him happy, except when you take his food away), instead of doing his broken purr, he would murmur (his version of meowing, except his mouth is closed and you can barely hear it, and it is not detectable on audio/video.). Typically his murmurs sound like a slightly deeper version of r2d2.

Today he sounds like Blues Clues doing the bow bow sound to the Robot Chicken outro. It’s creeping me out.

He managed to get up on the table, and I was yelling at him to get off with no avail…so I decided to throw the now empty arizona can I was drinking at him.

Nothing. Didn’t even budge. 

Fries must of assumed we were having a free for all on his big brother because he then started swatting and biting Cheeseburger’s tail that was hanging off the table.

Nothing.

The only thing that got him to move was me threatening to empty his food dish back into the container.

Dave picked up Cheeseburger’s food dish to clean it, just as Burger was going to walk over and eat out of it. 

Seeing his food being dumped back into the food container must of really pissed him off because he then ran as fast as his dopey legs allow him to, and proceeded  to headbutt Dave in the shins.

I have Cheeseburger hugging my left side, and Fries hugging my right side, while youtube is open and I am showing them videos of squirrels and birds.

My textbook is also open, but I am distracted by Cheeseburger spinning his head in every direction to look for the “bird”, and Fries making this funny sound trying to attract the computer bird to come to him.

I have no life.

Cheeseburger’s purr sounds broken :/. It’s always been like this, probably is why he doesn’t talk really, but his purr sounds like he is gargling all the time.

When I came home last night, I swear my cats switched identities over the weekend.

Cheeseburger was all happy, bouncing, rubbing up against Dave’s leg, and wanted me to pick him up.

Fries was freaked out because humans were contacting him for the first time in two days and was staring at the wall, off into space.

Now they are back to their normal, strange selves…and now I need new bedroom curtains because one of them ripped them off the rod while I was gone.