Yesterday, I showed you the cat toys I found in London to bring back for the cats.
But what did the cats think of them?
I got our resident soft toy expert, Izaak, to examine them. First I gave him the Donald.
Zak really liked “killing” this toy…even before I had a chance to take it off the cardboard!
So what did he think of Donald when I took him off the card?
Yep, still good.
Putin was also a hit. Not as much as Donald, but still worthy of a solid kicking.
The Catmium credit card and the Catberry were…okay. Zak liked the card’s rattle.
But which was the “best” toy?
ALL of them, apparently! Although I think Zak’s favourite is Donald. The hair probably reminds him of his mousies.
I have been asked how the other cats are dealing with the loss of Jacoby. They definitely know he’s not there…but they don’t seem to miss him. He was sort of a loner, although he would sleep with the others, especially Alfred and Izaak. Jake of course was mainly bonded with me, and Zak has kind of decided that I’m his, too.
As you can see, Zak decided it was okay for Jake to let him share me with him (this was how I woke up on St. Patrick’s Day).
But since Jake’s been gone, Zak (who as we know loves playing with furry plush toys) has started playing with one of my Pusheen dolls. I found she had been dragged into the living room. And there was no question who had done it…He looked too proud of himself!
Zak has a very specific way of playing with Pusheen, too. First, he pretends to ignore her…
…and then he whips around and SMACKS her!
And after that…
…it’s pretty much on like an early video game involving gorillas and barrels.
After a brief spar, the opponents retreat into their neutral corners, eyeing each other cautiously.
And then bite,
Uh oh, looks like Pusheen may be winning…
…Oh, no, Zak’s got this.
It’s so funny to watch Zak drag Pusheen around. She’s almost as big as he is!
Well…Zak wasn’t wrong. It did help cheer me up a bit.
One day I discovered Izaak sleeping in our bed. Not at all unusual, but…
…he was literally sleeping in the duvet. Now, Zak loves to sleep under the covers, but for whatever reason…
…he found the open bottom and burrowed inside.
He was so cute in his little nest that I just couldn’t make the bed all day. I mean, how could I?
So we’re in the hallway, and we hear a sound.
And the coatrack in the hallway is moving…
…and oh, look! It’s Izaak. Crawling through the hanging coats. Because…of course it is.
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.
The other day we took the kittens out again before it gets too cold. Lorelai ran as fast as she could to her beloved trees.
She always looks so funny…she runs so fast and so hard, with every ounce of strength she can muster.
And the way she attacks those trees…
…she’s just a little bit crazed, really.
But I will say this for our little Rory…
…She throws herself all into whatever it is she’s trying to do.
No matter how tall the tree, Rory’s gonna climb it!
Lorelai and Izaak love the top of the cat tree.
There’s something about the danger of being so high that they can’t resist.
Which of course means they feel the need to fight up there.
Treetop fights are pretty funny.
I mean, what are they fighting for? To knock the other one out of the tree? One is in the house, sure…but the other one is at the top.
So what’s the actual conflict?
I have no idea…but it’s a lot of fun to watch them work it out.