On one of our outside adventures, Lorelai saw a pigeon perched in a tree.
It’s kind of hard to see, so I’ve marked it in this photo.
Rory was so intent on hunting it.
(Here it is marked again)
You could see her brain working out how to catch that fat bird.
The pigeon was hard to see up in the branches, but Rory never lost her focus.
At one point, I thought she was going to give up.
The pigeon was still watching her, though.
But suddenly, Rory climbed even higher in the tree!
She was actually as high up in the tree as the pigeon!
I think her idea was to get higher than the pigeon, and then drop down on it.
I couldn’t believe how high Rory climbed!
She really wanted to get that pigeon. I honestly don’t know why the pigeon stayed there so long. Maybe it was curious about the small predator.
I think this may be the closest Rory’s ever gotten to a bird. Impressive.
Today is my birthday! Not a very eventful one (that’s next year), but a birthday nonetheless.
Most of the “celebrating” will be done next week, as Björn has to work this weekend, but next weekend we’ll be at a cat show. But I did get a gift: Björn had my magpie print framed! It’s an unusual size, so he had to have it done custom.
A bit of backstory, now, since apparently I never really posted about the magpie tattoo that was my introduction to my fabulous artist Linus. When I went in for the very first consultation, I was hopeful that the person I met with could really do magpies with Japanese maple leaves really well. Well, walking up to the house, the first thing I saw was a gorgeous red Japanese maple tree planted in the yard. Then, I went inside, and saw a trio of gorgeous prints, including the magpie at the top of this post. Then I met Linus, and when I mentioned that I loved the magpie print, he proudly told me that he had drawn it!
Well, needless to say, I knew I had found my artist! Here is the finished tattoo…these are actually Yellow-Billed Magpies, which are only found in the Sacramento/San Joaquin valley of Northern California, where I grew up. Everywhere else, magpies have black beaks. This is similar to my Western Grey Fox tattoo, which is also a native California species.
Whilst trying to capture my newly-framed print, of course somecat had to come investigate…
Okay, I think the frame is Singapura approved!
I thought I would chip away at my massive backlog today…
This time last year, we hadn’t gotten Izaak yet, and we were showing Lorelai the outside world on the end of a leash.
Well, she was only three months old…but I think these early outings laid the foundation for her being so good offleash outside now.
Look how little she was!
Even though she was so small, she was still fearless.
Of course, she had her big brothers with her to protect her. Not only Alfred…
…but Jacoby as well.
Rory was lucky to grow up with two protective big brothers.
In both New England and Sweden, a pleasant sunny day is like a special gift, not to be squandered. One must go out and enjoy the good weather while it lasts…because, in both places, wait five minutes and it’ll change.
Take today, for example. It was raining so hard that it woke me up. Anyone who knows me, knows what a difficult thing that is to do.
But a couple of weeks ago? It was gorgeous outside, and we absolutely needed to get outside and enjoy it.
And oh, how Lorelai and Izaak enjoyed it.
The way they interact outside is so different from the way they interact inside. They are best buds, the two who grew up together, the cat show team, the “kittens.”
They play chase games in the house, but it’s taken to a whole other level when they’re outside. They are pretty evenly matched: Zak is older and heavier, but Rory is faster and sneakier.
I know we don’t have a subway to ride, or a city to explore, but we can run around free outside…and that’s a fun option to have.
As I have posted before, Lorelai loves to climb trees.
Unlike Izaak, she can actually shimmy up the on her own without human intervention.
She also seems to feel very comfortable in trees. She routinely naps on the top of our floor-to-ceiling indoor cat tree, and she walks up the side of it without a second thought, so that makes sense.
Not only does she feel at home in the branches…
…she seems quite eager to see if she can go higher!
Oh, wait…what does she see now?
One year ago today, Björn and I took a day trip to Stockholm to meet and collect the amazing Lorelai (SE*Backilandets Mercedes von Ekorntorp).
She was five days shy of three months old, and she was such a curious little thing. She immediately decided that we were her humans, and never seemed to miss her mother or littermates for a moment. Of course, she might have been distracted by my Salmon Poké Yama bowl…
Rory was just the happiest kitten I’ve ever seen.
She didn’t even mind me holding her on her back and cuddling her.
She was so tiny, she didn’t fit in the kitten harness I had bought for her, so Björn fashioned one for her out of some cord he had in his bag. Like everything else that day, it didn’t faze her a bit.
Okay, little Rory…get some rest! You thought it’s been a busy day so far…just wait until we get home and you meet the rest of your family!
Lorelai envisions herself a mighty bird hunter. Whenever she sees one, she chatters and starts to stalk it. I have even seen her run after a low-flying jackdaw or pigeon, eyes locked on the feathered prize.
When she sees one up a tree, she stares up at it.
I am not sure what she thinks is going to happen.
Maybe she’s hoping it will just fall off its branch and into her waiting claws..?