Cats make me laugh

Today started out pretty chilly; we had been talking about riding the motorcycle down to Jefferson City to visit Cliff's cousin Edna in the hospital.  She fell and broke her hip Tuesday.  Anyhow, we decided against going, which was probably a good thing;  I talked to her daughter today and found out Edna doesn't feel that great.  
It warmed up enough to ride by noon.  Since we like to have a destination when we ride, and because I'm a Facebook fan of Hiboy restaurant, I found a good deal:  Buy one sandwich, get one free.  
You need to understand that Hiboy has an eternal place in my heart because Cliff and I used to eat there when we were dating.  He and his family lived about two blocks from Hiboy at the time.  
After we were done with our Hiboy burgers, we headed to my cousin Betty's lovely country place.  We always enjoy visiting with her and her husband.  Some of my fondest childhood memories are of times on Uncle Leo's farm with Betty and my other cousins.  
Russ and Betty have a couple of spoiled cats (I've blogged about them before).  
They recently took the cats to the vet to have them neutered; because one of the cats had a problem with matted hair, the vet shaved him while he was there.  Honestly, I laughed out loud when I saw him.  And I'm pretty sure the cat told me how he felt about that, in no uncertain terms, with a very direct stare.  
Sometimes you just have to see something to understand, so here's the cat:  

  
Betty's other cat, the one you see in the background of the first picture, just loves attention and hangs around people as much as possible.  My cousin and I were sitting at the picnic table visiting, and I noticed him all stretched out in the middle of the iris bed (I think it was an iris bed).  

I don't want to own a cat, but that doesn't stop me from enjoying other people's cats.  
While we're on the subject of pets, Sadie has been vomiting frequently for at least two weeks, and we'll be spending another bundle of money on her tomorrow.  Wish her (and us) luck.