This week I discovered an interesting Giant Military Cats. As you might guess, it features giant cats Photoshopped into military settings.
Well. Challenge accepted! And I knew just the photos I wanted to use. So…
…here you go, Giant Military Lorelai.
Lorelai loves to bury herself under our duvets.
And Izaak loves to attack the moving lump under the duvet.
It’s so funny to watch him stalk the lump.
I really should have made a video of this…it was so funny watching Zak try to predict where the lump would go next.
Alfred comes to try to help. Spoiler alert: He isn’t helpful.
By the time Dashiell shows up, Rory has admitted defeat and popped up from under the duvet.
Is it just me, or does Zak look disappointed?
Last week,Loreali went to the vet to have some sores on her ears and head checked out. This first photo is at the bus stop; you can see the general lack of winter we’ve had in the background.
Rory rode the bus like the pro she is, and I didn’t need to let her out during the ride.
We got to the vet early and were ushered into our exam room.
While we waited for the doctor, Rory investigated Dashiell’s carrier, which we used for the trip today.
Then the nurse came in and left the scale on the table. Of course, Rory had to investigate it, and it had some interesting smells.
Apparently, they were VERY interesting smells!
But at the end of the day, Rory’s skin issues were most likely related to her early, temporary, heat.
So her issue was hormonal, and not contagious. GREAT to know!
Of course, right at the end of the visit, Rory got a little naughty. What can you do?
I have said, for many years, that cats work better in pairs. I am now kind of eating those words, since we have had five cats for a few years, now, and it’s a wonderful dynamic.
They fall into some natural pairings: the two girls (Angel and Lorelai), the two (soon to be three) show cats (Izaak and Rory, plus Dashiell), the older two (used to be Jacoby and Angel; now it’s Angel and Alfred), the two neutered boys (Dash and Freddy), the two unneutered cats (Rory and Zak), the two youngsters (Rory and Dash), the two Americans (Angel and Dash), the two Swedes (Rory and Freddy)…it’s kind of fascinating to see how they align each other.
Angel was always bullied by Tessie, and Kylie would join in when she heard Angel scream at Tessie. She was always a bit nervous around Pyret, but since Pyret has left us and Angel became the senior female, she’s really come into her own.
Feeding five cats is tricky, but luckily, we have a lot of rooms. Freddy eats on his own, because he eats wicked fast and he’ll eat everyone’s food given half a chance. Dash and Zak eat together (in the winter, anyway) because Zak won’t steal Dash’s food, and Dash is preoccupied with his own bowl.
That leaves the two girls to eat together. And they do eat very nicely together. They are very companionable, sometimes switching bowls, but there is never an argument over dinner. Angel still doesn’t really cuddle or sleep with anyone (unless Zak insists), but she does seem to have forged a friendship with Rory.
Björn and I did the Pub Quiz last week (mainly because they’re having a 25% off food deal for members), and we did all right; we tied for third place. And we won paper plates (which is way more awesome than it sounds)!
But as always, the best part of Pub Quiz was the fact that they gave me a pencil, some paper, and waiting time between questions…and when I have that, I sketch cats.
As you may recall, Lorelai is on birth control pills. I give her her pills every Wednesday.
But…I messed up. As you may also recall…Christmas was on a Wednesday.
Björn’s brother, Örjan, came over Christmas day. I forgot it was Wednesday…because it was Christmas.
I remembered to give her her pill the following Wednesday, New Years Day…but it was too late. I woke up on 2nd January to Rory trilling and Izaak yelling at Rory.
Apparently, she was nagging and pestering Zak, since he’s the only whole male in the house. Not that she didn’t flirt with Dashiell and Alfred…but Zak was her main target.
As you can see, he “assumed the position,” but his bits were nowhere near her bits. He was simply trying to get her to shut up and leave him alone! It’s all set now; I had the advice of my friend Anne, and got her to go out of heat, and all is well again. We do have a prospective suitor lined up for her later this year. All in all, my mistake was actually a good thing. I now know that it only takes a week for her pills to wear off and to get her into heat. I know that she knows what to do. And she doesn’t spray or yell her head off…she just trills. All of which is very useful information.
Here’s a little video of the little hussy.