I collected Izaak from Arlanda airport in Stockholm on 20 June. On 26 June, his five-month birthday, we went to the vet for a wellness check.
Of course, the first part of the trip was taking the bus. Zak rocked that part of the exercise.
He was also pretty okay in the vet’s waiting room.
And in the exam room as well.
Zak was quite brave on the vet’s examination table.
Zak was checked out thouroughly…and he was fine. The vet thought he was two months younger than he actually was…but, other than that…
No, really, Zak…you were fine.
Okay, take my word for it.
On the way back to our apartment from the bus, I took Izaak to check out our local pet store.
Zak had a lot of fun playing with the cat beds on display.
He also did a really great job walking outside on his leash, even at his age.
I mean, only five months old, and he’s already awesome at walking on a leash.
In Sweden, Winter time starts a week before Daylight Savings ends in the States. Additionally, not having a late November holiday like Thanksgiving to mark the beginning of the “Holiday season,” Swedes tend to start thinking about Jul lights as soon as it starts getting dark early.
To that end, Björn found some pretty coloured ball lights on sale last month.
Izaak was born on 26 January, and so has never seen Christmas lights before…
…And he was fascinated by them.
It was so cute the way he played with them.
Alfred, of course, has celebrated one Christmas already, but he was curious about the lights, too.
Somehow, he managed to get sort of entangled in them.
This is a silly little thing…but I thought it was kind of interesting. With yesterday’s post with Kalle, Lorelai and Izaak, I only had two photos to work with…and in one of them, Zak’s head was blurry.
So, I found a different head.
And fixed it up to match the body in the photo.
And…well, you saw the result. A photo with a nice, sharp, Zak head.
A life with Abyssinians (and Singapuras) is a life of being “helped.” All. The. Time.
Kalle is making toast with cheese. With enthusiastic help from Lorelai and Izaak. Very enthusiastic help.
This is a work in progress of a Singapura drawing I’m working on…
What do you think?
Izaak is so much fun to watch outside.
He loves to run so much…but he looks so goofy doing it.
He’s maturing – he’s just turned nine months old – but he has not yet shown any signs of being an entire male cat except one: he’s getting all burly and jowly. But that’s it. There’s no inappropriate play-mounting, no parading around the house, and, best of all: NO SPRAYING OR RANDOM PEEING! Even his proper litterbox pee doesn’t smell like a tomcat.
Oh, don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining. Mostly I am just waiting for penny to finally drop, so to speak. After all, Alfred was neutered when he was seven months old, and Logan was in diapers because he was peeing in odd places when he was about this same age. So let’s just say we’re on high alert but enjoying every pee-free day.
He has a funny bouncy run, though, and it really is amusing.
I hope he never outgrows it.
Awww…Zakky! Don’t look at me like that! We love you and your silly running. We giggle because you’re so adorable when you do it.