Lately, a certain one-eyed girl has decided that she would like to explore the hallway in our building, too.
Angel’s been out in the hallway before, but she was always very nervous and skittish, and she’d run back into the apartment as quickly as she could.
But not anymore!
Now, she’s running all the way around the hallway!
She’s even hopping up on the windowsills of her own accord.
But wait…is that another blur running alongside Angel?
Why yes, yes it is. It’s Tessie!
And instead of Tessie bullying Angel, they’re playing chase-and-stalk games together!
And Tessie’s not the only one doing all the stalking, either!
Just look at their body language. It’s pretty amazing.
Angel is completely happy to play with Tessie, and Tessie seems relaxed enough to show her belly to Angel.
A little headbutt…
Look at Angel’s happy tail!
This could be the start of a beautiful friendship…
Jacoby has a great sense of direction and an excellent memory.
When we’re walking home from Tufts, we get to a point on the Broadway Bridge where he knows how to get home.
And when we get to that point, he decides he can get out of the stroller and walk.
I’ll let him, if we’re not in a hurry and the weather’s okay.
I am endlessly impressed with how unaffected by traffic Jake is.
He’s grown up in a transportation nexus: Trains, planes, trucks, buses…you name it, it probably rattles, roars or whooshes through or over our intersection.
Oh, yeah, and bicycles, too.
When you look at these photos, remember that it’s impossible to set up something like this. You can’t force a cat to pose next to a busy road if he doesn’t want to.
He also gets right back into his stroller when he’s decided he’s tired of walking.
He’s a smart little guy, our Jacoby.
Jacoby’s stroller is stored in a bike room in our building, but sometimes I bring it into our apartment to get ready for an outing.
The last time I did this, Angel seemed to be very interested in the stroller. She investigated it thoroughly…although she didn’t jump in to try out the cabin.
I wonder if she wants to become a Strollercat, too? Somehow, I doubt it…I have a feeling that if I tried to push her in it she’d bolt out and go hide under the television stand.
Jacoby’s great accomplishment of ascending to the top of our wardrobe, the highest possible point in our apartment, isn’t quite as marvelous as he thinks it is…
…Mainly because he wasn’t the first to get up there.
Angel climbed up there before the entire wardrobe was even built! The doors weren’t even attached yet.
And she was fully prepared to go even higher.
She shows no interest in going up there now, but maybe that’s just because she’s already done it, and she just doesn’t see the point in going up there any more.
However, I will say that Angel’s getting up on the top of the wardrobe is a little more impressive than Jake doing it. Jake uses the dresser as a stepping-stone to get to the top, but as you can see, Angel didn’t use the dresser at all. She couldn’t! Without the rest of the wardrobe built, there was too much of a gap between the dresser and the wardrobe top. To this day, I’m not really sure how she managed it.
Even after living with us for three and a half years, Angel is still a little skittish, and she definitely has her “safe places.” One of these is the tops of the cat trees. I sincerely believe that Angel is one of those cats who could live her life quite happily if she never had to touch the floor.
Now, to the untrained eye, it may look like Jacoby is the instigator in this little tableau.
But trust me, Angel isn’t as innocent as she appears.
She actually likes to camp out on the lower level of the cat tree and take swipes at any cat who passes close enough for her to reach!
One thing I absolutely love about taking Angel to the vet is how brave she becomes.
She may be nervous around the house even after three years, but get her in the exam room and she just becomes…well, an Aby.
Not even Tessie scares Angel at the vet.
Even more strange, she was more outgoing than Jacoby on this trip. She kept swanning around the room while Jake kept to his carrier…
…or Angel’s carrier, into which he was barely able to cram himself. I don’t know how comfortable that was for him. Of course, he was the only one who got a shot yesterday, so that may have dampened his adventurous spirit.