No Cats Allowed - The Kracker Cat Blog

Come Super Bowl Sunday, my lap was a coveted spot. Royce got there, first.

Chicago and Royce get along real well, so, she just scooted onto the other side of my lap, and snuggled up against Royce. Jimmy considers me his human, but he and Chicago often come to claws and she fights more viciously than he. So Jimmy goes over to test out Toast Ed's lap.

Tryskuit arrives. Fire was already here, he just wasn't in the previous pictures. His wife, Lilac, is also here. She sits just outside the frame.

Jimmy decides that he needs a better spot to take full advantage of Super Bowl Sunday. He comes, studying me, contemplating the dangers of Chicago, yet always listening to what is happening on the TV, analyzing it. Please don't forget - a "click" on a photo reveals a larger version.

He hears something about making a good block and deduces that this is good. 

Jimmy blocks my vision.

My eyeballs try to dodge him, but Jimmy throws a great block.

Jimmy lays down on my shins. In a rare move, Chicago teams up with him and throws her own block.
As this family has roots in Arizona, we are all disappointed in the outcome.

If you could have heard Royce speak to Tryskuit here, what you would have heard is, "meow." But there was much in that meow - a complete analysis of the game and just what Arizona should have done to have won.

Tryskuit does not understand, but she is happy to have Royce speak to her.

I see that I have yet to fully describe the game that Wry and Royce invented while we were away in Washington, DC. I still must, as it is quite a game.

Maybe tomorrow. Maybe the next day. Sooner or later.