A life with Abyssinians (and Singapuras) is a life of being “helped.” All. The. Time.
Kalle is making toast with cheese. With enthusiastic help from Lorelai and Izaak. Very enthusiastic help.
Today is just a normal Monday Chez Hellqvist…Angel sleeping in her favourite brown bed…
Unlike Logan, Izaak doesn’t share this bed with her. Oh, he tries to get in there with her…but where Logan ignored her when she hissed at him and got in anyway, Zak walks away and naps elsewhere.
Next we have Jacoby in the manly pink kitty bed. Which looks even more pink in this shot.
This film and lens tones the pink down quite a bit…but doesn’t really help.
Next shot is just plain black and white..and, nope. Doesn’t look any more manly without the pink. Must be the fluffy, not the colour.
Next we have Alfred.
I made Golonka (Polish beer-braised pork hocks) tonight, and Freddy always loves to chew on the bones.
He’s growling at Lorelai in this photo. He doesn’t like to share…
…no matter how big the bone is!
“Okay, Rory…NOW you can have it. I’m finished with it.”
Rory, meanwhile, has moved on and is playing in our bedroom.
Never fear! Zak the SuperSinga is here!
Never mind that that bone is bigger than his head!
Despite not feeling well, Jacoby is still on the constant lookout for anything edible.
The other night we made some pasta sauce using some short-dated roasted ham bits in it. We rinsed out the bag it came packaged in and set it on the draining board to dry out for recycling…the same as we do for any plastic meat packaging.
And, usually, that’s not a problem. While Jake does chew on plastic shopping bags, the bags meat comes sealed in is apparently not the right consistency for eating. He’s never bothered that plastic before.
But this particular evening…
…Jake was after something other than plastic.
Evidently, he just really thought there was some meat left in the bag, and he went for it.
And then he couldn’t seem to shake the packet off his face.
But he didn’t panic or freak out or anything. He just sat there. Jake seemed resigned to wearing ham-scented plastic on his head for the rest of his life.
Alfred and Lorelai seemed quite concerned. Either that, or they wanted to make sure that Jake wasn’t actually eating any ham…
…whichever it was, Freddy jumped up to see what he could do.
I don’t think you’re helping there, Fred. I finally helped Jake shake off his plastic porcine mask. What I love about Jake is how when something like this happens, he never panics. He remains dead calm. Like that time he got stuck in a plastic shopping bag, he just waits…he knows he’ll either get out of it himself, or a human will come along and help him. No worries.
As I have mentioned in previous posts, Lorelai is a confirmed shoulder cat.
She has also declared herself to be a dedicated sous-chef.
She loves to “help” Björn when he is making our dinner. She usually jumps onto his back from the countertop behind him.
She’s actually usually pretty good at keeping her paws to herself…I guess it’s harder to balance when you’re trying to swipe food.
Izaak also likes to “help” in the kitchen.
He just prefers to supervise from the ground.
All in all, Rory and Björn make a good cooking team.
Is that a kiss, or are you seeing if there’s any traces of food on his mouth, Rory?
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.