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.
Our part of Sweden and New England have a lot in common, including summer weather. We can have many rainy days in a row in the middle of summer, both here and there. Of course, the cats don’t realise this; to them, outside is outside, regardless of weather.
Until they actually go outside and find out it’s raining. This was a couple of weeks ago. Lorelai had gone out to run, despite the rain. I went back to grab my camera in order to capture the silly girl running in the rain…but she had had enough of the water falling out of the sky and ran back in when I opened the door…but Alfred ran out as she was running in.
It didn’t take him long to understand why Rory actually wanted to come back inside.
Nope, nope, nope, nope…
I don’t know what it is, but every cat I’ve ever known has loved staying in hotel rooms.
They always say that cats like stability, familiarity, routine…so why they love strange new hotel rooms, foreign beds, and different window views? Perhaps cats are more adventurous than we give them credit for. All I know is, going back to my Siamese, Harri, who was born in 1991, every cat I’ve ever taken to a hotel has loved it. And I hear that from almost every other cat person I’ve talked to at shows.
Izaak and Lorelai are no exception. The minute we walk in the room, they’re off excitedly checking out every corner. Jacoby would actually be cranky at cat shows during the day because he’d stayed up all night whooping it up in the hotel room.
The first batch of photos were taken Friday night. On Saturday night, Zak decided to play with the decorative blankets on both beds.
He didn’t just pull them off onto the floor, though; he also bit them, bunny-kicked them and dragged them around the room. Unfortunately, none of those photos turned out.
I don’t know if Zak thought those blankets worked better as rugs or what…
…but he is just so damn cute when he’s being naughty.
Meanwhile, Rory was exhausted after her big show day and just wanted to nap.
And yes, she dug this comforter cave all by herself. She does that at home, too. She is the queen of quilt forts.
As I posted earlier this month, the Memories that Facebook shows you can be bittersweet. Lately, they’ve been showing me a lot of Jacoby memories. It started with this one, of Strollercat on the way to a cat show in Göteborg in 2017.
I never actually posted these photos here, as this was during the blog’s hiatus.
This is another photo that popped up, I think as one of Björn’s Memories. I called it “Conversations on a train.”
Then there is this one I posted whilst we were at that cat show.
I found this photo of Jake crashed out in the hotel room after the first day of the show was over whilst I was looking for the other ones from this week’s Memories. I had forgotten it…but it is SO Jake.
This is the Memory that came up yesterday…
…another one I forgot about that is such a classic Jake moment. I found Angel sunning herself in a little square of sunshine in the kitchen.
The square was just the right size for one little cat loaf.
And then…along came Jake.
And he decided that he wanted the sun square. I wasn’t able to capture what happened next.
And this last one is the most bittersweet of all, from five years ago Wednesday. Jake loved riding on the front of his stroller on our way home from our therapy visits. I posted the photos here in the blog at the time, but I only posted the video to Facebook. Apologies for the vertical video…I forgot to turn the camera sideways.
As I posted yesterday, Lorelai loves to run, and when she does, she practically flies. She is incredibly graceful, sleek and aerodynamic.
…Izaak…not so much.
He can get up some momentum when he gets going, but look at the concentration on his face. It’s not quite as effortless for him as it is for Rory.
Zak kind of bobs along like a three-day old helium balloon.
It’s almost as if his back half goes faster than his front half.
It’s really adorable to watch.
Still no matter how he tries, he’s just not built for speed the way Rory is.
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.
One day I discovered Izaak sleeping in our bed. Not at all unusual, but…
…he was literally sleeping in the duvet. Now, Zak loves to sleep under the covers, but for whatever reason…
…he found the open bottom and burrowed inside.
He was so cute in his little nest that I just couldn’t make the bed all day. I mean, how could I?