However, since Rob and his lovely wife Melissa are COPYCATS, in that they named their beige tabby the same thing as MY beige tabby (which I got first, by the way), I thought I would give everyone a chance to see the two Potatoes:
FIRST, here is MY Potato as a baby...
I know, I know, definitely a future Supermodel!
But the reason we named him Potato was because when he would lay on his back and show us his belly, he just looked like a little potato.
Do you see the resemblance?
Now, here is MY Potato all grown up,
during his first studio shoot:
And finally, the OTHER Potato:
Originally, I was going to have people vote on which Potato was cuter, but since they both look so similar, and since they are both such handsome fellows, I would not want to make one of them (Mel & Rob's Potato) feel bad for not being as cute as the other (MY Potato)... especially when one of them (THEIR Potato) is prone to attacking innocent bystanders by clawing them in the face!
Anyhoooo, if anyone else out there has a cat named Potato, who looks like OUR Potatoes, then please feel free to send me a photo and I will post it on my blog, since you, too, will be deemed a COPYCAT.
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Ohhhhh this is not how the story went and perhaps I should get my own darn blog and name it The Real Potato, Please Stand UP... but this is your blog and as my good friend, I won't cover it with curse marks, no I am too kind for that. I WILL however, remind you that your kittens were up for "adoption" which is your code for "they are mine but Gaby doesn't know that yet", my kids and I visited your 3 week old kittens which was very cute but sparked many "we love Potato" discussions as well as the desire for a new pet (ok, me.). And finally, I will remind you of this - Imitation is the Best Form of Flattery. Muahhh. Can I post new pics of Potato NOW??? Geez he looks like yours.
ReplyDeleteLoving the new blog. Can you post pics of your head wound or potentially other cat haphazards?
I knew there was a reason that I could not find my camera the time that Potato attacked me... you didn't want me to have any evidence!! Yes, I am working on a montage of war wounds... especially since my Potato has recently developed an obsessive attachment to me and tends to launch himself onto my shoulders from places like the top of the fridge, to the top of the cat tree, the top of my dresser - WHEN I AM SLEEPING... you get the idea.
ReplyDeleteOur Potato's must be related. Mine attacks my feet when I try to get in the shower and dive bombs me when I am sitting in my scrapchair. Yours may be stalking you but mine loves the smelly, uncrafty me :-)
ReplyDeleteLovely photos Victoria. Way to go girl. I love your Blog.
ReplyDeleteMy cat's is named Potato too! :) I knew I wanted a cat named Potato (I don't know why, it just seemed right). So I went to the shelter looking for a Potato-ish kitten. Then I found her :). She was the cutest little Potato ever. She is now the fattest Couch Potato in my house, weighing in at 16lbs! Otherwise known as a sack of potatoes...
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