So the other day I walked into the kitchen, and the cabinet above the refrigerator, where we store the dry food we give Angel as a treat, was open. And the bag was…somehow…on the kitchen counter. Pretty sure it was Alfred, but he tried to frame Dashiell for the crime. For some reason, most of the photos I took were “Live Photos,” so here they are as a short YouTube video:
Once in a while, Björn and I have chips whilst we watch TV. And…sometimes one gets dropped.
Lorelai found it first, and of course she tried to eat it.
Pretty sure that it was a salt-vinegar chip. Cats are not big fans of vinegar.
Izaak, our famously picky, raw-meat-only eater, didn’t even try to eat it. He just played with it…until I picked it up before it got stepped on.
We don’t feed dry cat food to our cats regularly anymore at all. When we do give them dry food, it is fed as a treat. The problem is, we have some leftover prescription diet foods that we gave to Jacoby and Pyret. And we also we win bags of dry food at cat shows, really good, high-protein brands, which is what we give them when we do give them dry.
We have a few more-or-less catsafe storage places in our apartment, and one of these is in our laundry room. All the cats know we keep food in there, and the opportunistic little jerks never pass up a chance to try to get a snack when I have the laundry room door open ( you may recall that we have to latch the door because Alfred has worked out how to open that door).
So, the other day I left the door open for about a minute whilst putting laundry away. The cats, I thought, we all napping around the house, so I thought it was safe. Boy, was I wrong.
In the time it took me to go from the laundry room, dump the clothes onto the bed, and go back to put the next load in our drying closet…Lorelai AND Dashiell were up on top of it, nomming happily away on some of Jake’s leftover Urinary prescription diet. Since it wasn’t in a bin, I am fairly certain it didn’t have a hole in it yet, either. Never underestimate cats when it comes to food!
I didn’t know Dash even knew how to get up there!
I have often commented on this blog that cats go through fads. Suddenly they’ll start doing something they never did before, or haven’t done for ages, and carry on with it for weeks or months…and then, just as suddenly, stop.
I showed you one such fad yesterday. Out of a clear blue sky, Angel started sleeping on our bed, nestled in the pillows and plushies. She hasn’t done that since we were in Boston.
Izaak has, of late, decided he wants to eat his breakfast on the balcony.
He eats his dinner in our bedroom, and his chicken neck in his Sturdi house…but he demands to have breakfast on the balcony.
I don’t mind. As long as it’s a place I can close off (because he eats only raw, it’s for his own protection), and he’s eating (he’s a slow eater and tends to be a bit fussy), I’m happy.
In typical stubborn Singapura fashion, he demanded his food out there. When I was preparing everyone else’s food, he wasn’t a part of the pack milling about my feet.
He parked himself on one of the chairs and refused to budge when I called him.
When I came looking for him, bowl in hand, he just looked at me without moving a muscle.
The weather’s been quite lovely lately, and, compared to our dark bedroom (blackout curtains are de rigueur in Sweden), can you blame him for wanting to eat in the sunshine?
Every morning for about a week now, he’s demanded this routine.
Hey, if it makes him happy…why not?
As the cat food commercial says, “Resistance is futile.”
As you saw from Wednesday’s post, Angel turned 12 this year. When we got her from Purebreds Plus Rescue, they didn’t know her birthday, so I chose 11 June as the day she could have been born on. Last year, I got confirmation that she was most likely actually born on 4 July 2007, but my dad’s birthday is the 4th of July, so I just keep celebrating on 11 June. She was a year and three (or two) months old when I adopted her, so we missed her first birthday…but here is a photo of me with her on her second birthday.
Angel on her 3rd birthday…still not used to those candles.
Here is Angel and me on Angel’s 4th birthday.
Angel’s 5th birthday fell on a Monday, so we celebrated with Hipstamatic photos.
Look how proud Angel looks to be 6 years old!
Angel’s 7th birthday was her first in our new apartment, and she had her cake on the window seat.
Angel couldn’t wait to eat her 8th birthday cake! I’m surprised she didn’t singe her whiskers!
Her 9th birthday was our last in Boston. She seemed a little intimidated by all the candles.
So, of course, Angel’s 10th birthday was her first in Sweden.
Last year’s birthday…I can’t remember what was going on with the candles. Either her birthday took us by surprise, so we used whatever oddball candles we had…or I was just matching the colours. And now she is 12…that’s a pretty incredible accomplishment.
Because of Jacoby’s namesake, tacos always remind me of Jake.
When he was a kitten, I had to get him some catnip taco toys.
He loved those things! I wish I knew whatever happened to them. These photos were taken just a couple weeks after he joined our family.
He even had a little taco charm that he used to wear on his collar with his tag. You can see it in this photo.
A few years later, I found Jake a taco costume.
Which he wore with his usual aplomb. Look at him! It might as well be a silk tuxedo the way he’s modelling it!
Jake was always so chill when it came to wearing his outfits. People always used to ask me how I got him to wear his costumes. I would always kind of shrug and say, “I just ask him to, and he does it, because we’re partners.”
Damn. Now I really miss Jake…and I am dying for some tacos!