When Jacoby and I went to Boston Common, we were over in the corner where the Central Burying Ground is. We spent a good bit of time looking at the old headstones.
What was so hilarious about this was, Jacoby was so intent on looking at the graveyard, he was completely oblivious to the large flock of sparrows that gathered in the little bush just on the other side of the fence from him. More and more birds perched on the branches to keep an eye on him.
I counted six birds in this photo. At point, one actually flew down and lit on the concrete base only a few inches from Jake’s head…when he was looking back towards me. He had no idea. He never noticed all those birds.
He did notice the squirrels, though…and dragged me from tree to tree to yell up at them (regardless of whether there were actually any squirrels in the tree at the time).
Another shot of Jacoby in Boston Common basking in the sun. How relaxed!
Hey mom! Mom! Hey mom, watch me!
Are you watching? Mom? Mom!
This past Saturday was the only warm, non-rainy day in about two weeks, so I took Jacoby on his first big outing to Boston Common.
He did so well and I am so proud of him! He was unfazed by people, dogs, little kids…I’m thrilled, because if he was that composed on his first trip to a very public park, it bodes well for his becoming a therapy cat.
Here is Jake with a very nice young man named Benjamin.
I have profiles on Catster for all of our cats, and today I got a friend request from an Aby named Toki who lives in NYC.
His mom found me because I posted on the “Cats who act like Dogs” group. I accepted, of course…but not without a friendly reminder that Jake was named after a Red Sox player…Though that shouldn’t be a problem, since his full name is Nantucket!
Even cooler? He’s from Instincts cattery. That’s the Jacoby’s mother is from – her full name is Instincts Santa Catalina of Pellburn. They’re related!
(Instincts tend to name their cats after islands…now the name Nantucket makes perfect sense!)
As I posted earlier, Kylie got a FroliCat Bolt for her birthday…but Jacoby liked it a little more than she did…
…which is not, of course, to say that Kylie completely ignored it…
3 out of 4 cats prefer the foot of the bed…
For some reason, Angel rarely comes up on the bed with us. Jake is almost always lying near my head or between us when I wake up, but the most Angel usually ever does is come into the bedroom when she hears us stirring.
Saturday, however, both Angel and Jacoby securely nestled at the foot of the bed, and I had the foresight to put my camera on the headboard when I went to sleep the night before.
I love Angel’s profile.
I also love the contrast between Jake’s ruddy and Angel’s red/sorrel.
Kylie’s birthday was Saturday, and one of her presents was a FroliCat Bolt™. Kylie liked it…but Jacoby loved it. I put it on the cat tree, and he and Angel were mesmerised by it.
Angel does the “cat in a box” thing a little differently from most cats…
This photo amuses me…Jacoby and Angel crowding onto the top of one cat tree. Actually, it’s more like Jake’s trying to crowd onto the tree Angel’s already occupying, if you want to know the truth.
Sometimes, I Google “Abyssinian” with other words to see what comes up. I usually check “Abyssinian Boston” to see if I come up (LOL), and then I try other words. Today, it was “Funny Abyssinian.”
And I found two things I hadn’t seen before. One was a webpage about Abyssinians: The Perfect Feline Sports Model, which featured some new photos by my absolute Flickr hero, Peter Hasselbom.
(He’s the man who took my most favourite Aby photo of ever:
He’s a complete and utter genius, this man.)
The other was a collection of photos of a blue Abyssinian named Zaphod. And, wow…Zaphod is funny. I mean…how often do you see an Aby with his head stuck in a watering can?
Actually, wait…don’t answer that.
Edit: Speaking of funny Abys, while I was typing this, Angel started chasing her tail on the top of the cat tree. And of course, there was no way to get my camera, because the second I moved, you know she’d stop…
Jacoby is my cat, at least as far as he’s concerned. I went to take a nap over the weekend, and Jake took it upon himself to stand guard and protect me from any dangers that might befall me as I slept.
This is an older photo from when Jacoby first came to live with us. It was morning, and I’d just had a bowl of cereal. Angel had gotten used to finishing off the milk when I had finished eating, since Kylie and Tessie don’t care for it…
…This is the moment it first occurred to her would have to start sharing her milk.
Angel is so much fun to watch when she gets going with a toy. Here, it’s a laser pointer.
She jumped up on and down off this ottoman about a dozen and a half times in pursuit of the dancing red dot.
She really thought she could capture it in her paws.
This is the first thing I see most mornings when I wake up…
Wakey, wakey, Jakey Jakey!
Jacoby is the funniest little cat. He picks things up and carries them around in his mouth, like a dog, more than any cat I’ve known. I’ve had cats who’d carry specific things around, like furry mice or sparkle balls, but Jake picks up everything and runs off with it.
Case in point: the other morning while I was getting ready for work, Jake hopped up on the counter, picked up a little bottle of antibacterial hand gel in a little rubber case, and started to run off with it.
The bathroom door opens in, and with the bottle in his mouth, he couldn’t pull the door open enough to get out with his trophy, so I was able to get a couple of photos with my phone.
After this, I opened the door to let him out. He immediately took the bottle to the bed to play with it. I don’t know why, but with every boycat I’ve ever had, the very best toys always ended up in my bed.
This Virtual Hairstyle Makeover is just way too much fun! And of course, I had to do the Abys…
Angel, sassy with curls…
Jacoby, looking very 1980’s Flock of Seagulls…
And, just for fun, here’s Gun-Hee
Abys in the sun, with Kylie:
Close-up on Kylie and Jake, using each other as pillows:
I like the reflections in this one.
Blue Aby kitten aggressively grooms his Ruddy littermate. Because who can resist Aby kittens on a Saturday afternoon?
This is pretty hilarious, especially if you watch the Aby’s expression…
He’s like, yeah, I only need one paw to handle this mutt…which is a good thing, because later, I’ll only need to wash one paw.