One of Jacoby’s birthday gifts was a Suck UK fighter plane kitty playhouse. It required assembly, so it didn’t get built right away. I finally put it together this weekend.
He loved it, as you can see.
Although I’m pretty sure that real fighter pilots don’t chew their propellers.
This plane was incredibly detailed for a fancy cardboard cat toy. There are control planels and dials inside, battle art on the fuselage…there are even bullet holes in the tail which, when viewed from the top look green (like the grass) and when viewed from beneath look blue, like the sky.
In honour of Memorial Day, here’s Jacoby in his WWII Mustang somewhere over France:
Pew! Pew! Pew!
Of all our cats, Jacoby and Kylie are the two who seem to live to eat. Ironically, they’re also our two slenderest cats. We have to spell the words “can” and “treat” around them…and even then, I think they’ve figured out that the sounds of spelling the words means the same thing as the words themselves.
Here’s the two sharks, with their tails in the air, waiting for manna from heaven.
Question: If your pet were arranging a dinner party, who do you think they would invite and what would they serve?
I could see Jacoby and Angel being quite the hosts. They would serve chirashi sushi, including raw beef and lamb along with the fish.
They would invite everyone they knew…especially Jake; he’d probably also invite the dogs who live on our floor.
The feline reaction to catnip is genetic and the trait is governed by a dominant gene. Abyssinians, as a breed, have a very small genepool and are therefore not terribly genetically diverse, so it’s no surprise that the Abys were so captvated by the fresh catmint. While they were, by far, the most impressed with the catmint, Tessie was also pretty fascinated by it.
Kylie, however, took one sniff and wanted nothing whatsoever to do with it.
She usually does like regular dried catnip, so this was an interesting reaction.
Look at those ears! “More for me,” says Jacoby.
And, in case you were wondering, this is what catmint
looks like when it’s not being nommed by kitties.
Angel was also very intrigued by the fresh catmint I brought home.
Sneaking a sniff when Jake wasn’t looking.
It’s whisker-licking good!
Enjoying the bouquet like a true connoisseur.
She actually dragged this piece away to enjoy it in peace.
Jake’s all, “Waitaminute, something’s missing!”
Walking home from work on the Rose Kennedy Greenway one evening, I noticed some catmint in one of the gardens.
I’ve never seen catmint before (catnip, yes, but not catmint), so I picked some to show the cats. Jake was very intrigued.
He picked it up and started chewing it.
Nom nom nom…
Although, it’s not too surprising that he liked it. Even as a small kitten he was interested in catnip, and kittens aren’t supposed to be affected by it when they’re that young.
He’s 10 weeks old in this photo, and having a marvelous time!
Jake’s full name is Pellburn Jacoby Stealin’ Home, after Red Sox player Jacoby Ellsbury, who stole home against the Yankees last year almost two weeks after Jakey was born.
Well, there’s also a song by the Boston Baseball Band about Jacoby…which of course I sing to Jake on a regular basis. So I thought I’d share it with you:
Doesn’t every cat deserve his own theme song? Angel has one, too; her song is Pretty Little Angel Eye.