One thing all of the cats love to do when we go outside is chew on the grass. Alfred and Lorelai especially enjoy chomping on fresh, green bladage.
It’s funny. Izaak and Dashiell aren’t as much into eating grass. But it’s the first thing Freddy and Rory do when we open the front door.
Nom nom nom.
Sometimes, though, the camera catches some humourous faces.
Like this one. Freddy’s trying to catch moving grass…but he looks like he’s doing a heckin’ screm.
The other day, Dashiell was sitting in the window and he looked so handsome and photogenic, I had to capture him.
I mean, just look at him!
His coat is so very shiny. All of the cats have great fur (I think it’s the raw/Bozita diet), but none of them are as shiny as he is. It’s like he has special reflective hair.
“Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful…”
When we went outside the other day, one place Lorelai had to visit was her beloved sandbox.
She loves to roll around in the sand so much.
It’s different, looking at still shots vs watching her roll around live.
She looks a lot more goofy in the still shots.
She tries to become one with the sand. It’s so much fun to watch.
Rory carefully examines her next rolling spot in the sand.
And then she just…goes for it, Relationship goals: find yourself someone who looks at you like Rory looks at the sand.
Because of Covid, I have not had the energy to clip the cats’ claws on our regular schedule (it takes a LOT of energy to clip five cats’ claws and do all the other necessary grooming).
That turned out to be a good thing when we took the cats out for the first time in forever last Thursday.
Because Lorelai ran right up a tree with the intent to catch a wood pigeon!
She actually got wicked close, too.
She was also fearless and überconfident up in the tree.
Rory was in complete control up in that tree.
And when she decided to come down out of the tree, even that was deliberate and measured.
I mean, look at the focus on that face. She’s in complete control.
So, as I posted on Saturday, Lorelai met a boy in a hotel. At first, she didn’t like him at all.
On Saturday night, Rory was grooming herself suggestively…and Ritchie was watching appreciatively.
Then Rory caught him watching her.
Ritchie instantly looked away. “Who, me? Nope, I was looking at this suddenly very interesting ceiling.”
Then, at approximately 07:48 am on Sunday morning, I was awakened by a thumping and cat noises (and a need to pee). The thumping was due to rolling around the shoes underneath our suitcase, but yeah, when I woke up, sexy times were happening under our bed.
Bow chicka bow!
After their tryst under our bed, the lovebirds went to the space under our suitcase, where the shoes had been, pre-all the rolling that woke me up.
I actually watched a mating cycle, including dismount, and there were at least two others that I didn’t see, so I think we may have touchdown this time!
The other day when we went outside, Alfred suddenly ran up a tree!
We were all surprised at his feat…I think Freddy was the most surprised of all of us. Look at his face!
He didn’t seem sure of what he wanted to do.
At first, Freddy thought he might try to climb higher.
But in the end, he decided to jump down. What goes up, and all that…
These are photos from when Lorelai got a NOM at the very first show she was entered in.
We had Izaak at this point, but he hadn’t gotten his SVERAK registration yet, so he couldn’t be entered. This was the only show she went to alone.
The photos of Rory trying to nom her NOM ribbon are among my favourite photos of her.
We haven’t been able to go to a cat show since last November (thank you, global pandemic), and I really miss it. I think the cats do, too.
When the cats go outside, the Abyssinians bolt out the door and run as fast and as far as they can.
But not Izaak. Zak…well, the best way to describe it is, Zak marches out the door and onto the grass.
He also loves to hunt when he’s outside. Wonder what he sees?
Oh! A honey bee! Zak, please leave that little guy alone…we need all the bees we can get!
That’s not to say that Zak doesn’t run. He does.
He’s usually chasing one of the other cats, but oh, he runs.
He’s such a sturdy little man. As I mentioned before, someone compared him to Ron Swanson…and apart from the lack of mustache, it’s an apt comparison.
I mean, look at him.
Finally, I have this photo. In my opinion, this is Zak’s first iconic photo. Jacoby had a few: Sitting on the carousel, posing in his hat and boots, and the one of him wearing his parka in the snow, among others
I know I posted about magpies just yesterday, but by sheer coincidence we had another magpie encounter this afternoon.
Björn and I were outside with the cats, when the magpies started yelling. We looked over, and sure enough, they were yelling at Alfred.
Freddy noped out, but Izaak was very interested in what was going on up in the branches.
The magpies yelled at Zak, and Zak yelled right back at them.
Lorelai, of course, was also interested in the screeching birds.
She looked like she wanted to go up after them, but she didn’t go any higher in the tree.
Zak, on the other hand…
…I think even Rory was impressed with how high Zak was willing to climb.
Zak is a deceptively good climber.
Here is a video of the entire encounter with the magpies. It’s sometimes hard to see them in the leaves, but you can certainly hear them!
Cats. Graceful, elegant cats.
Until you freeze their action in 1/30 of a second.
Then, as Dashiell demonstrates, they can look a little…well, goofy.
Izaak, too, has a fairly silly run.
Lorelai can look like poetry in motion…
This is her impression of a dolphin…I think? Or an otter. Something aquatic.
And then we have Alfred.
It’s like he was re-enacting his run at that same corner when we had snow on the ground back in March.
Dashiell loves to go outside with the other cats…once he gets outside. He doesn’t go running for the door like the others, and I have to catch him and carry him out.
But once he’s outside…he loves to fly!
Usually, Dash hangs out with Izaak or Alfred…but the other day, he ran down the hill to play with Lorelai.
And, while they were down the hill, a magpie flew over and landed nearby!
Of course, they both froze and watched the bird. I don’t know if the magpie just didn’t see them camouflaged in the grass…
…Or if it was just incredibly foolish. Luckily, Rory and Dash were too surprised the magpie was there and just stared at it.
They were even more stunned when a second magpie landed near the first one.
I was holding my breath, wondering if they would charge the magpies…
…they didn’t, but they did move, and the magpies flew away.
I think Dash actually looks a little disappointed.
When we went outside the other day, Alfred and Lorelai were a bit naughty and ran down the hill to the road and the houses.
He met a friendly Labrador; that’s why his tail is puffed up. I tried to get him to go back up the hill to the lawn.
Stay classy, Freddy.
Spoiler alert: He didn’t go back up the hill. These were taken before the fun and games with the lake and the geese.
Okay…maybe he’s not the poser Jacoby was. But he is rather photogenic.
…and this would be when he jumped down and went over to the lake. Brat.
I make a photo family calendar for my mom every year – that’s the only gift she really wants. May’s page is a collage of various cat show photos of Izaak and Lorelai.
Since I am reminded every day this month of the time Rory tried to nom her NOM rosette…I thought you should, too.
Today Björn and I went to Jönköping to collect Logan’s ashes.
His ashes came packed in a very nice cardboard box. They even put a little gold heart sticker on it. (It says “Contains wooden cremation urn” on the label.)
Of course, Alfred came to see what I was doing.
Is he looking up to StarClan to see if he can see Logan?
Inside the cardboard box was this little wooden urn. They put a label with Logan’s name on it. This seems to be the common urn for cat ashes in Sweden; both Pyret and Björn’s other cat, Olivia, have identical urns.
However, this little box is not Logan’s final resting place. I’ve ordered an absolutely brilliant little casket of oak and slate with his photo on it from an Etsy seller in the UK (that’s the proof of it above). You may remember my special welded urns for my Siamese boys, Harri and Patrick, but it would cost a bomb to have one of those shipped here to Sweden. But this is perfect for Logan.
And on the way home on the train, it rained…and we saw the rainbow at the top of the post.
This is the fourth installment of posts about Alfred’s family. I was lucky enough to get to meet both of his parents, all of his littermates, and some other relations as well. Today we meet Alfred’s father and his cousins. Last week’s post is here.
Freddy’s father is an absolutely stunning ruddy named SE*Maghreb’s Snusmumriken. Of course, his father’s awesome ruddiness is also part of the reason why Freddy is so dark for a black silver Aby.
He is also a poser, like Jacoby. He knows how handsome he is!
Snus is also super friendly, which has definitely rubbed off on our Freddy.
He’s also brilliant with kittens. Which is lovely; not all tomcats are.
Especially when the kittens aren’t theirs! These cute sorrel babies are actually Snus’ sister’s kits.
It reminded me a bit of watching lion cubs play with the big male lion.
Those cousins were pretty adorable, too. Either playing alone…
(Hey! Be careful!)
The cousins were also supremely adept at posing, just like their father.
But it was so much fun and such a special opportunity to meet so many members of Freddy’s family! Not often you get the chance to do that.