So last night, we watched the most recent, and quite possibly the best, episode of Family Guy…Season 19, Episode 19: Family Cat.
While it does include some dog-centric stereotypes, it’s actually a pretty cat-friendly episode, and it discusses the conundrum of Toxoplasma gondii. And, you have to admit, that one cat on the far left looks a lot like a cartoon Aby.
I am not sure how long this link will last, but you can watch the episode on YouTube.
With Lorelai going in and out of heat, sometimes she needs to be on her leash when we go out.
Today was one of those days.
It was a really nice, summerlike day today: 20°C (70°F). Even though we still aren’t 100%, we couldn’t let this day pass without taking the cats out. So we took out some recycling.
Strangely, Izaak did not want to go with us today. So it was just Alfred and Rory.
But she is so good on her leash! I made a little video to show how fast she walks alongside me – I can actually walk at a normal pace most of the time. Keep an eye out for Freddy’s cameo!
This was today. Izaak wedged himself into Angel’s bed…again.
Although, she seems to be getting kind of used to it.
She might even, dare I say it…actually like having the little guy around?
Zak seems to really love cuddling with her. It’s funny, but they don’t really ever associate apart from the afternoon cudddle sheshes.
Maybe she just enjoys the free grooming in the spot she can’t reach.
Here’s a short video of them together…what do you think? Friends?
So I, uh…I found this gif today…
…It’s got an Aby face and Singa feet.
So this happened today.
Angel was in her bed, and Izaak wanted to be in her bed. Look at her face. She knows she can’t do anything about it.
Although, Zak was in there very awkwardly. “Yes. I am very comfortable here. Why do you ask?”
I’m not sure which is funnier, the leg over Angel’s shoulders or the tail scarf.
They stayed this way for a long time, too. I think Angel doesn’t mind it as much as she pretends…
The other day in This Cat is PHOTOSHOPPED, someone posted this picture of Froot Loop and asked if anyone could give him a throne to sit on.
I could not resist. It’s silly, and it’s not really one of my best…but it made me laugh so I thought I would share it.
Yesterday in one of my Facebook cat groups, someone posted about an app, Cat Scanner, that claims to identify what breed your cat is from a photograph. So of course I had to try it out.
It worked great with the Abyssinians.
It even identified Angel correctly.
And it got Markis pretty well, too.
I was disappointed with how it did with Tessie. I was expecting perhaps a Burmilla…but I guess at least it could tell she’s a tortie?
And then…there was Izaak. Complete and utter fail. I was expecting a Singapura to be a fairly easy ID…at worst, maybe a Burmese or Aby…but a Bengal!? Seriously? Well, you know I clicked that “Am I right?” link to tell them they weren’t. And the explanation was…the app only really works with FIFe-recognised breeds.
Um….what!? Singas have been recognised in FIFe since 2014…SEVEN YEARS!
Which, naturally, I felt the need to tell them. Haven’t gotten a response yet, but I can’t wait to see what they say.
Last weekend, we watched an amazing movie called Isle of Dogs. It’s a Wes Anderson film, which I find rather hit-or-miss, but I did like his first stop-motion animated feature, Fantastic Mr. Fox, and it looked intriguing, so we gave it a shot. And, oh, was it worth it!
For a movie with the word “dog” in the title, it was actually, surprisingly, quite focused on cats. It’s an interesting Japanese pastiche in which the cat-loving Mayor Kobayashi has banished all dogs to Trash Island. In the introduction to the film this is all explained with some beautiful illustrations and scenes. My favourite, which is only seen for a minute or so, is the incredibly elaborate Cat Temple (seriously, look at that link; they did an incredible amount of work to create something that’s basically only one scene)! Of course, I instantly noticed the five cat statues to the right of the temple doors…one large, one tiny, two medium-sized and one small. I had to pause it and point out how the five cats matched our own five!
And then…I had to draw it. This is the sketch…
And here’s the ink. Covid aftereffects have really been kicking my butt this week, so it took me a while. I know where I want to go with this, and how I want the colouring to look, but it’s taking me longer to actually do it than I planned.
If you want to see the time lapse video of the work in progress, click the image to open it in another window.
Sometimes the simplest things make beautiful photos.
Dasshiell was at the end of the sofa, just grooming himself, but something about his pose, and the lighting, intrigued me.
His fur is growing back on his belly, by the way. The Zylkene seems to be working.
As I have said before, Hipstamtic can salvage a bad photo…but Hipstamatic also transforms good photos into art.
And apparently, Dash has inherited a bit of Jacoby’s ability to work a camera. Look at these poses!
That is some steamy side-eye Dash is giving me.
Pure smoulder. Yeah, baby!…Oooh, behave!
When we went outside the other day, one place Lorelai had to visit was her beloved sandbox.
She loves to roll around in the sand so much.
It’s different, looking at still shots vs watching her roll around live.
She looks a lot more goofy in the still shots.
She tries to become one with the sand. It’s so much fun to watch.
Rory carefully examines her next rolling spot in the sand.
And then she just…goes for it, Relationship goals: find yourself someone who looks at you like Rory looks at the sand.
Because of Covid, I have not had the energy to clip the cats’ claws on our regular schedule (it takes a LOT of energy to clip five cats’ claws and do all the other necessary grooming).
That turned out to be a good thing when we took the cats out for the first time in forever last Thursday.
Because Lorelai ran right up a tree with the intent to catch a wood pigeon!
She actually got wicked close, too.
She was also fearless and überconfident up in the tree.
Rory was in complete control up in that tree.
And when she decided to come down out of the tree, even that was deliberate and measured.
I mean, look at the focus on that face. She’s in complete control.