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?
The other day, Izaak found a stick toy in Kalle’s room. It was a fuzzy green ball with a bell and a leather “tail” attached to an elastic cord, with the stick stuck in a crate.
He really wanted to play with that toy, but I was in the middle of doing laundry, so I didn’t move the stick for him. But that wasn’t really what he wanted; he just wanted to play with the soft toy on its own, not as a stick toy.
Singapuras are very…focused little cats. When they want something, they don’t give up easily.
You can watch Zak’s determination in this video…it went on a lot longer than just this, though. There’s stubborn…and then there’s Singapura stubborn!
Yesterday, I showed you the cat toys I found in London to bring back for the cats.
But what did the cats think of them?
I got our resident soft toy expert, Izaak, to examine them. First I gave him the Donald.
Zak really liked “killing” this toy…even before I had a chance to take it off the cardboard!
So what did he think of Donald when I took him off the card?
Yep, still good.
Putin was also a hit. Not as much as Donald, but still worthy of a solid kicking.
The Catmium credit card and the Catberry were…okay. Zak liked the card’s rattle.
But which was the “best” toy?
ALL of them, apparently! Although I think Zak’s favourite is Donald. The hair probably reminds him of his mousies.
When I made the video of Izaak and Lorelai playing with the bumblebee, Björn was making one, too.
It’s kind of interesting, to see someone’s photos and videos taken at the same time you were taking photos and videos…it’s just from a slightly different perspective.
It’s actually kind of fascinating. The exact same scene playing out, the same events…but, different.
Compare the two videos and you’ll see what I mean.
Lorelai loves the sandy area around the swings in the yard behind our house. I don’t know what it is. But when we go back there, it’s because she’s run back there.
And it’s not like she thinks it’s just an enormous litter box. I mean, she’s not Alfred!
No, I just think she likes the way it feels on her feet and how she can dig and dig without ever hitting a bottom.
Izaak is…trying to see what she sees in it.
He’s not quite understanding what she thinks is so awesome about it, but he’s really trying.
Just when he’s starting to appreciate the sandy goodness…
…Rory shows up.
And proceeds to tell Zak that he doesn’t know how to enjoy the sand properly and he’s doing it all wrong.
Uh, Rory? I think this is an example of “to each his own.”
In both New England and Sweden, a pleasant sunny day is like a special gift, not to be squandered. One must go out and enjoy the good weather while it lasts…because, in both places, wait five minutes and it’ll change.
Take today, for example. It was raining so hard that it woke me up. Anyone who knows me, knows what a difficult thing that is to do.
But a couple of weeks ago? It was gorgeous outside, and we absolutely needed to get outside and enjoy it.
And oh, how Lorelai and Izaak enjoyed it.
The way they interact outside is so different from the way they interact inside. They are best buds, the two who grew up together, the cat show team, the “kittens.”
They play chase games in the house, but it’s taken to a whole other level when they’re outside. They are pretty evenly matched: Zak is older and heavier, but Rory is faster and sneakier.
I know we don’t have a subway to ride, or a city to explore, but we can run around free outside…and that’s a fun option to have.
I have been asked how the other cats are dealing with the loss of Jacoby. They definitely know he’s not there…but they don’t seem to miss him. He was sort of a loner, although he would sleep with the others, especially Alfred and Izaak. Jake of course was mainly bonded with me, and Zak has kind of decided that I’m his, too.
As you can see, Zak decided it was okay for Jake to let him share me with him (this was how I woke up on St. Patrick’s Day).
But since Jake’s been gone, Zak (who as we know loves playing with furry plush toys) has started playing with one of my Pusheen dolls. I found she had been dragged into the living room. And there was no question who had done it…He looked too proud of himself!
Zak has a very specific way of playing with Pusheen, too. First, he pretends to ignore her…
…and then he whips around and SMACKS her!
And after that…
…it’s pretty much on like an early video game involving gorillas and barrels.
After a brief spar, the opponents retreat into their neutral corners, eyeing each other cautiously.
And then bite,
Uh oh, looks like Pusheen may be winning…
…Oh, no, Zak’s got this.
It’s so funny to watch Zak drag Pusheen around. She’s almost as big as he is!
Well…Zak wasn’t wrong. It did help cheer me up a bit.