Aby-a-Day – 17 March: My goodness, my Guinness (Silly Saturday)

At this local pub we go to for book club meetings and the occasional pub quiz was festooned with these silly Guinness pint glass St. Patrick’s Day floppy hats when we were there last Thursday. Of course, we had to snag one to show the LunaTicks. It turned out to be just the boys…Angel, sagely, made herself scarce.


Logan was in his favourite brown nest bed and I couldn’t drag him out just for some silly photos. So, I just put the hat on his bed. I think he liked it.


When Alfred came into the room, I moved the hat to our tree stump cat tree.



He was actually a little afraid of it.


He’s usually so brash and fearless, it was highly amusing to watch him be so wary of a new thing.


I tossed it on the floor, and I think for a second he wondered if it was alive.


He examined it thoroughly, inside…


…and out.


Then I did that slightly mean thing that all cat people do…I made the “Pssssst! sound and he jumped back.


Which actually might be a good thing. Maybe I can put it on places I don’t want him to go.


Jacoby, on the other hand, was unfazed…or should I say, unfezed?


This is Jake’s 8th St. Patrick’s Day, of course, and he used to live at Ground Zero for the legendary Boston St. Patrick’s Day Parade. I guess it’s all old hat to him.


Meanwhile, Logan came out of his bed and joined us on the sofa. I came up for a different way for him to “wear” the hat.


I’m not sure if he liked it or not. With that face, it’s hard to tell sometimes.


Okay, then. Guess he didn’t like it. Well, St. Patty’s Day isn’t really a thing in Sweden anyway, apart from some bars.

Aby-a-Day – 10 March: Be careful what you wish for…(Silly Saturday)

Every time anyone goes in or out of the apartment, Jacoby is right there at the door, wanting to go out in the hall and, ultimately, outside.


He pulled this, as usual, the other day while it snowing fairly heavily. So, okay, I thought…knock yourself out, buddy.


He struck out valiantly.


He clearly regretted his life choices almost immediately…but he wasn’t about to admit it.


He always tries to find non-snowy surfaces to walk on when he’s out in the snow, but this time he was out of luck. There was very little snowless ground for his paws.


He also didn’t enjoy the feeling of snowflakes falling on his fur.


Hey, pal, don’t look at me. You wanted to go outside.


The look on his face was so fraught with betrayal, I giggled endlessly. Which I am sure was not at all helpful in alleviating his mood.


Finally he gave up and went back inside. Of course, the lesson didn’t stick. He tried to go out again when Björn came home later that same day. Sorry, Jake…snow doesn’t melt that quickly.

Aby-a-Day – 17 February: Ministry of funny runs (Silly Saturday)

Abys run funny. I don’t know what it is…they sort of kick their backlegs out and they look like Phoebe that time she ran on Friends.


I haven’t had an Aby yet who didn’t run like this. Jacoby and Angel both run with this odd, legs-splayed running style.


And it appears that Alfred is as much of an Aby as they are.


We went outside just to take some photos, and since Freddy doesn’t feel like he needs to wear a coat, we figured he could come out with us.


I mean, we weren’t going to be outside very long, probably less than 15 minutes, so there was no point in putting a lot of effort into the going outside preparation.


And Freddy loved it.


But…he runs like a goof.


Cats are graceful animals as a whole…but there are exceptions.


Freddy is definitely among them.


Still, it is kind of refreshing that he favours enthusiasm over style. That’s nice.


That being said, I dare you to look at this photo and not giggle.

Aby-a-Day – 3 February: When you gotta go…(Silly Saturday)

When I took the boys outside in the snow the other day, Alfred did something I never thought I would see a cat do. But then Abyssinians are really surprising.


He was out playing under and amongst the snow-covered bicycles. And then suddenly, he started digging.


At first, I thought he was just playing with the snow. But then…he did that squat, and I realised what was going on. I mean, every cat owner knows that squat.


But when he was finished, he buried it really well.


Really, really well.


There was not a trace of yellow to be seen when he was finished.


At least is wasn’t Logan doing that. Freddy hasn’t anything to freeze off when he sits like that!

Aby-a-Day – 6 January: “The eyes are the windows of your face”

Those of you who remember the last time I posted on a Saturday may recall that I was a participant in the Saturday Photo Hunt. Each week bloggers would be given a word to portray with a photo. It was a fun little challenge, but, sadly, the last word was Saturday, 31 December…2016.

So. There goes my easy Saturday topic! I am working on a series of posts about our flight to Sweden, but it’s going to take me some time; that will start next Saturday.

So…let’s have Silly Saturday today, shall we? I saw the above meme posted on Facebook somewhere and I absolutely cracked up, for obvious reasons. So as soon as I could, I found me some googly eyes. Yellow, of course.


Unfortunately, even the largest ones I was able to find were still too small. And, well, there wasn’t a really good way to keep it on her face. I tried Scotch tape, and then duct tape, but neither one worked. I was barely able to keep it on long enough to snap this photo.


So I had to resort to my good old friend Photoshop. Much better.

Aby-a-Day – November 29: Boxing match (Silly Sunday)

A couple of weeks ago, I ordered something from Amazon that came in a really big box.


Jacoby was all over that action.


Still, uneasy rests the head of the cat that owns the box.


You can’t help but feel that there are other cats out there who would like nothing better than to steal your box out from under you.


“I feel like I’m being watched…”




“Must have been my imagination…”


“Still, I can’t seem to shake this feeling.”


“Ahhh…I’m just being paranoid.”




Always trust your gut, Jake!

Aby-a-Day – July 5: Togetherness

I’m never alone in the bathroom. Ever.


One reason, at least in the morning, is that Jacoby has suddenly decided that he doesn’t want to eat in his house the way he’s been doing for years.


Nope, now he wants to eat with me.


In the bathroom.


While I’m getting ready for work.


And of course, I don’t mind the company but…when Jake isn’t eating, he’s a little bit…oh, what’s the word?


Clingy? Needy? No…that’s not quite it. Let’s just say he’s extremely “interactive” and leave it at that.


He’s actually acquired a new nickname lately: Rivningskula, which is Swedish for “wrecking ball.” He seems to be perfecting his skill of knocking things off counters with a vengeance.


I guess it’s my own fault…I should have been telling him to “stop that, Jake” and not, “Jake…knock it off!”