As I have posted the last couple of days, we’ve gotten some snow.
And really deep. This is my foot in the snow. At some other points, the snow was almost to my knees.
You can see some really wonderful things in the snow. Here is where some crows, magpies and jackdaws congregated. I love the wing prints.
I let Alfred, Lorelai, Izaak and Jacoby out to play in the snow. Jake basically took one look at the snow and said, “NOPE.” He went back into the apartment. But Freddy explored the snow for a while.
Freddy slogged through the snow like a champion.
But he did leave these skidmarks close to the front door when he was finished.
Zak was…less than thrilled with the deep snow.
Although, to be fair, Zak's legs are not as long as Freddy's.
Still, he slogged along in the snow like a champion.
But he was clearly more happy to be in the cleared out areas.
Here’s a video of Zak in the snow. I apologise for my nose sniffles.
Rory was also running about in the snow. I posted most of those photos yesterday.
But here is a movie of Rory running in the snow, with a bonus leap through the snow.
All the snow we had before Christmas melted away on Boxing Day, but we got a little more on Tuesday. So, Wednesday, I thought Lorelai might like to go out and have another run in the snow since she enjoyed it so much the last time.
It was a little colder that day, and the snow was very thin on the ground.
So, she was a little less enthusiastic this time.
Rory wanted to stay close to the trees, where there was still some grass.
There were also birds to watch up in the branches.
Something seemed to bother her feet, too. I think it was the gravel they use to add traction to the snow. They don’t use the snow melting stuff that they use in Boston.
But she did seem quite content to sit at the base of the tree and contemplate the sunset.
I love little kitty pawprints in the snow…
Markis, our upstairs neighbour, was also outside enjoying the snow.
Rory just absolutely loves exploring outside, no matter what the season.
Here’s a little video of Rory the Explorer!
About a year and a half ago, Skövde got a Flying Tiger store. If you haven’t gotten one of these near you (there are something like 900 stores in the world and counting), you have missed a treat. Flying Tiger stores are filled with awesome things you never knew you needed. It doesn’t help that everything costs 10kr/$1/€1 – 40kr/$4/€4…
So, of course, I had to buy one. I stashed it away and ended up putting it in Jacoby’s Christmas stocking. Today, I brought it out.
It was a thing full of dry cat food. What’s not to like?
Of course, it attracted an audience.
Including Izaak, who doesn’t eat dry food and only eats raw.
Jake cottoned onto the system pretty quickly. Instead of chasing the pellets being shot from the gun, he sent straight to the source.
He basically went up to the crunchy gun, licked it, and tried to open it. That’s my boy.
Lorelai especially loves to hunt and catch the dry pellets. We have played “chase the dry food” many times, but it’s way more fun to use the gun.
At least we had a better response to it than this Sphynx blogger in Finland had with her cats.
Here’s a video of everyone chasing little bits of kibble all over our kitchen.
It’s always a huge event in our house when I cut up meat.
It’s one of the best ways to get all five of them together.
They are so fascinated by it…and of course, hopeful for a scrap or two.
It’s a bit like feeding a tank of piranhas, to be honest.
Cats – at least Abys and Singas – swarm.
Alfred is at his most athletic when there’s raw meat involved.
But still photos cannot capture the mayhem properly…so here is a little movie Björn made of the Famous Hellqvist Dancing Cats. Click the image to view it in Flickr.
After collecting Alfred, we boarded our train and got settled in our seats. We folded up the stroller, and Jacoby sat on the seat next to Kalle.
We set Freddy’s carrier on the table and opened it up.
“Are you sure about this?”
Freddy was quick to get out and explore the train and his new humans.
He was fascinated by the landscape speeding past.
Then he went to “help” Kalle on his laptop.
Like, literally on his laptop.
That’s our Freddy, always helpful, right from the very start.
Some things don’t change.
Then he decided to lie awkwardly all over the table, taking up as much space a he possibly could. He’s still really good at this, too.
Finally, he started to get drowsy…and settled down on my lap to sleep the rest of the trip. Awww…
Here’s a little video I shot of Freddy’s first train trip.
Last weekend we enjoyed gorgeous weather, so I took Izaak and Lorelai out for some “being offleash” practice.
The main reason was, I wanted to check what that flash of red I could see out our window.
Turns out, someone had dumped their windowbox geraniums out onto the hill, and they were managing to survive on the dirt they were planted in.
They’re actually really pretty out there, and I hope they can survive, but I have a feeling that they won’t live past the first snow.
Rory especially loves to explore the outside world…to the point that it’s really hard for us to get out of our front door.
Rory also has to check out the rugbeater. Every. Single. Time. We go outside. She loves that thing.
After the rugbeater, we visited the sandbox/swings area that we visited before. But whilst we were there, we heard plaintive meowing.
Turns out, it was Alfred. He wanted to be out there, too…but after the last time we tried to let Freddy out off-leash, that was pretty much a non-starter.
Jacoby was just out there because he heard my voice.
Rory and Zak knew Jake and Freddy were up there…but I don’t think they cared, because they were running around outside.
Unlike Abyssinians, Singapuras are lap cats.
Sit down, make a lap…get a Singa in it. Especially if you have on a dress or skirt; they seem to really like the hammock effect.
But this story actually starts on Björn’s lap.
Both Izaak and Lorelai wanted to be on Björn’s lap.
Although it wasn’t particularly a comfortable sharing.
My lap was busy working on this blog at the time, so Zak went over to Björn’s lap. But Rory thought that Daddy’s lap belonged to her.
She tried some pretty passive-aggressive tricks to shift him, to no avail.
…She got the idea to attack his tail. Move the tail, move the cat, is Rory’s motto.
You can see how that went for her here (click the image to watch the video; sound is advised).