We have some sheepskin circles on our sofa cushions, because they look nice and they happened to be the exact same colour as the sofa. Then, when Björn’s mother died, we got a grey sheepskin patchwork square. We keep it at the end of the sofa, and the cats like to nap on it.
He’s got a different relationship with the sheepskin square.
He likes to randomly attack it and kick its guts out.
But look in the background, at Lorelai.
Look at Rory, flying over the sofa and Zak’s battle with the sheepskin square.
Did that just happen?
Hm. Well. Back to grooming and fighting with the sheepskin square, then.
I mentioned Dashiell’s obsession with the trees outside.
Well…he’s still fascinated by whatever is in those trees.
Birds? Leaves? I have no idea.
Whilst the other cats are running around, Dash is looking up into the trees.
When the cats go outside, one thing they love to do is take a dust bath.
Look at Alfred luxuriating in the warm dust at the base of this tree.
Lorelai found a different tree…but the same lovely warm dust.
And finally….here we have Izaak, also rolling in the wonderful warm dust. They are so much fun to watch outside.
Izaak loves his chicken necks.
I left the refrigerator door open for a minute while I was making dinner today.
And…yeah. He jumped up into the fridge.
Like a heat-seeking missile, Zak zeroed in on his precious necks.
And he would have stolen one, too…if I hadn’t been standing right THERE. I think there’s a flaw in your masterplan there, cat burglar.
Whenever we have spare ribs, we lock the cats out of the room. As a sort of reward, we let them chew the meat scraps and cartilage off of the bones. It’s very popular with the feline set.
Of course Alfred is the first one to grab some bones, with Lorelai close behind.
Freddy especially loves the cartilage bits.
Rory may be the smallest cat in our family, but she’s feisty. She gets her share of the bones.
But possibly the most enthusiastic bone-eater is Izaak.
Look at him go! All that chicken neck practice is clearly paying off.
I should have made a video. He’s making little growling noises as he gnaws.
Angel even tries to join in the rib-gnawing fun.
It’s kind of hard, though, since she only has two teeth left.
So we gave her a corn cob instead.
She was happy with that.
Dashiell wanted to try corn, too. We may have another corn-eater in the house.
This memory came up today on Facebook: Jacoby’s and my last Seacoast Cat Show in New Hampshire. It was a great show; Jake got 136 points at that show.
That show, and the one CFA show we went to in Sweden where he made every final, was enough to make him 10th Best Abyssinian in Premiership for the 2016-17 show season, on top of his 8th Best placement the season before.
I know I have some awesome cats now…but I still miss my Jakey.
Dashiell has a complicated relationship with going outside. He’s still rather skittish and timid at times. While the other Abyssinians (even Angel!) and Izaak eagerly rice to the door when I open the front door, I almost always have to catch Dash and drag him outside to get some fresh air and play. If I didn’t know better, I would think he had a cellphone and was playing video games!
When I finally do get him outside, he sticks to the paved path next to the building. He also tends to stay close to Zak.
He also sometimes tries to go back inside.
But once he gets used to the idea…
…he really loves being outside.
He hasn’t done anything like run down the hill, but he will explore the trees with Lorelai and Zak.
We’d had very strong winds recently and there were a lot of fallen branches. Apparently they were very interesting to investigate.
Okay, maybe he doesn’t have as much fun outside as Alfred does, but he does enjoy himself outside.