One of the fun things about having a cat show in a pet store is, there’s plenty of cat trees to play with.
There was one right in front of Izaak’s cage.
He loved them and how tall they were…but he also really loved this little cubby.
The instructions were folded up inside, but that didn’t stop him from playing in there.
If anything, it gave Zak something to play with whilst he was in there.
I don’t exactly know what he was doing in there…chasing his tail, just spinning around…but he seemed to be having fun.
And then, after a round of spinning and rolling about…
…it was time to attack the post.
Zak loved it in there.
But eventually he started to look around at the rest of the cat tree.
Both Björn and I were taking photos of his adventures.
Zak seemed to notice that high shelf, and he started to get ambitious.
Zak’s not much of a climber at home – much less so than Logan was – but at DjurMagazinet he was fearless.
He even branched out onto the grey tree next to his brown one.
But he soon jumped back to his brown one.
But what was really funny was, after Zak was done playing, the little Neva Masquarade in the cage next to ours went out to explore the cat tree…and was very interested in the smells Zak left behind.
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.
A month or so ago, Izaak and Alfred were lazing together on the sofa next to us when Zak idly started to play with Freddy’s tail.
It reminded me of those videos of young lions playing with the head male lion’s tail.
Zak went from attacking Freddy’s tail, to licking it lovingly…
…and back to biting it again.
It was super cute to watch.
And you know Freddy was twitching his tail for Zak to play with.
Zak seemed to be having an excellent time with Freddy’s tail.
Oh…and, we’re back to licking.
When Zak went from biting Freddy’s tail to biting his leg, Freddy started to object.
Okay, Freddy…back to the tail, then.
Wait…just one more bite to your leg, okay?
Then Zak got a little distracted by his own tail.
…Annnnddd…back to Freddy’s tail.
“Oh no! It’s getting away! Get it! GET IT!”
The photos were looking so great and funny that I thought I should take a little video, too.
You can probably guess what happened next…
So the last few days, I have had a lot of word-heavy, photo-light posts.
So I think we both need a little break.
So here is Alfred.
With a Jackson Pollack catnip kicker toy.
Back in November, Björn and I went to a show in Finland with Logan. A lot happened on that trip, about which I will post more later, but the funniest thing was Logan’s reaction to the hotel bathroom in Helsinki.
Specifically, the heated bathroom floor.
He loved it!
He could not believe the floor was warm. He rolled and rolled on it endlessly.
Best thing ever!
When we couldn’t find Logan anywhere else in the room, we knew he had to be there on the bathroom floor. He even slept in there instead of on the bed or the chair!
Oops, time for a groom!
And here are a couple of videos I took of Logan enjoying the bathroom as well (just click on them to view them in a new window).
We haven’t been to a hotel with a heated floor again since then, but it’s always the first thing Logan looks for when we go to a new hotel.
When Alfred and Logan joined our family, they ate together in our guest room, also known as the Kitten Room. This was because I didn’t want the big Abys eating the high-calorie kitten food, and I wanted to give the older cats a little break from the rambunctious kittens.
Every time I went to let them out and collect the bowls, I would find them covered in a pile of toys. Both of them will make the motions of burying old food by scraping the floor around the dishes, so I couldn’t be sure who was doing it.
Logan would usually follow me when I collected the bowls, but he seemed almost as mystified as I was. He didn’t give me any clues as to whether or not it was him. So finally, I set my camera up on a tripod, started it up, and left it running while they ate. The original video was 23 minutes long, so I edited out the times that no cats were in the shot and nothing was happening. Even after clipping the boring bits out, the video is still almost 6½ minutes long!
So, if you don’t want to watch it in realtime, here is a sped-up version that takes half the time.
Either way, mystery solved! It’s Freddy, although Logan helps. And Freddy still buries his bowls, even now that he’s over a year old. He’s been eating on his own in the Kitten Room, and when I come to collect his dish, I always have to dig it out from underneath a pile of toys.
Even funnier, it seems to be a family trait. Freddy’s older half-sister, Hera, also covers up her food bowls when she’s finished eating!