Friday Cat Blogging: Pass As Cats Edition

Behold, another Great Moment In Feline History captured in pixels for whatever posterity we fit in before lunchtime: Madame Topaz has vanquished her mortal enemy the squirt bottle and, as if that weren't enough, denies all knowledge of the aforementioned vanquishing!

Tata: Topaz! My darling, you've knocked over the squirt gun!
Topaz: I don't know what you're talking about! Take it up with the dog.
Tata: We don't have a dog.
Topaz: (sniff!) Whose fault is that?

Drusy's new favorite lurkplace is under this footstool Pete brought over from his swinging bachelor pad because like most humans, Pete likes to relax with his feet up. The opposite appears to be true of kittens, who in this picture enjoy pleasant contact with all things floor-related. Topaz, in the foreground, may be considering my failings as a photographer. We both know that as soon as I put away the camera, Topaz will leap to the highest pussycat-attainable height in the living room: Pete's bicycle seat. From this lofty vantage point, Topaz will fix on me her 110 volt stare and wait for me to burst into flames.

So far: no dice.