I mentioned Dashiell’s obsession with the trees outside.
Well…he’s still fascinated by whatever is in those trees.
Birds? Leaves? I have no idea.
Whilst the other cats are running around, Dash is looking up into the trees.
We’ve trained Alfred, Lorelai and Izaak to come along with us when we take out the garbage and recyclables.
And they know, when we let them out when we’re carrying bags, that we’re not just “going outside,” but we’re going out to the bins. These three all know how to walk home from the bus stop from vet visits, and the bins are just next to the bus stop.
They love it…and they do know the difference. Dashiell hasn’t had enough practice outside to do this…and Angel is happier at home.
Rory so loves to run free outside. I say she is the very embodiment of joy when she runs.
Sometimes, she even climbs trees!
Here’s the video I made on the way back (note the Swedish social distancing).
This afternoon we had a freak hailstorm.
Alfred was fascinated – he leapt to the top of the balcony door to watch it! I don’t think he’s ever seen hail before.
It built up quite quickly on the balcony windowsill and railings.
Lorelai also wanted to see the hail from the top of the door.
I scooped up some of the hail so Freddy could look at it close up.
“That…that’s what was falling from the sky? Little ice balls?”
I am not sure why he was so puzzled by the hail. He’s seen snow plenty of time.
Rory hopped down from the door to look at the hailstones.
“Check this stuff out…it’s awesome!”
Freddy still seemed amazed at the fact the hail came from the sky.
Meanwhile, Rory examined the tiny ice balls.
“What is this magical ice, Mom?”
I just want to feature Izaak today. He is my constant little buddy; as I am typing this he’s sitting next to me on the sofa. I think he is trying to fill the hole Jacoby left when he died.
He has the funniest run. And he doesn’t walk…he trots with a swagger.
He loves to sleep under the blankets with me.
I think it started the first time we met.
We bonded over the crazy trip from Stockholm back to Skövde.
He slept on my lap the whole ride home.
Look at him looking at me on his first night here.
He helped me pack for Lorelai’s first cat show (he couldn’t go because he hadn’t gotten his Swedish pedigree yet).
He started in on his chicken necks before he even had his adult teeth!
Zak loved running outside right from the start.
He charmed the judges at his first show.
He’s a stubborn, goofy, talkative boy. In typical Singapura fashion, he’s decided who his person his and there’s no arguing with him.