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.
Sometimes cats are so funny.
Clearly, Izaak thought that this was the best way to cuddle with Alfred. It doesn’t look either cuddly or comfortable for either party…but neither of them seemed to mind.
They worked out the comfort thing eventually, though.
Lorelai and Zak never have that problem. I guess it’s a size thing.
These photos are from May, when we first got Lorelai.
She was pretty adorable riding in Jacoby’s big yellow stroller.
First we have her ridesharing with Alfred.
He was so much bigger than she was, back then.
She was really adorable in the stroller with Freddy.
But a couple of weeks later, Rory was in the stroller with Angel.
That time, she was really working the cute. Look at her chill!
Alfred is an evil genius, an avid hunter…and a klutz. Not a good combination.
This is Freddy in the laundry room. Once upon a time, we stored bags of dry cat food on the shelves of a tall shelf just out of frame, the top of which you can see Freddy speculatively eying.
Now all the bags have been chewed through, re-bagged, and stuffed into sealed, plastic bins.
Not that he never stops trying to get at them. “There was food there before, there will be again” is his motto.
I mean, look at him sizing up the shelving! We have had to put a latch on the door because if it’s not shut properly he can shoulder it open.
Meanwhile, throughout the rest of the house…
…I think he’s chasing flying insects. I have no idea. All I know is things from the top of the bookcases and the liquor cabinet are ending up on the floor. Sometimes they’re repairable things. Sometimes…like the Hagen-Renaker 1950’s California ceramic Siamese cat “Seated Sookie” last night…not so much.
But the most worrisome habit he’s recently picked up is…he has cracked the mystery of the catio netting! He has discovered a loose spot on one side of the netting that he can get through – no one else has discovered it, yet, thank goodness – but we are back to having to keep the balcony locked up the way it was before we had any netting at all until we can work out a way to fix the loophole.
Sometimes, I wish Abys weren’t quite so smart.
(Edit: As I was writing this post, despite our best efforts, Freddy actually got out through the balcony AGAIN! Third time today!)