A couple of weeks ago, I posted about how, when Logan was the same age as Izaak, he was acting more like a tomcat – peeing, yowling, pacing – whereas all Izaak has done is just gotten tomcatly bulk. I also mentioned that I call him “my little sausage”.
Specifically, a Falukorv, a Swedish sausage made of pork and either beef or veal, with potato starch and spices which originated in Falun, about 330km North-Northeast from Skövde.
Relax, Zak…It’s kind of like baloney. Different, but…that sort of taste.
But as he’s been bulking up, I’ve been calling him my Falukorv more and more. And today, I did a little sketch…
…Which turned a little whimsical. I may need to finish this one up.
One of the fun things about having a cat show in a pet store is, there’s plenty of cat trees to play with.
There was one right in front of Izaak’s cage.
He loved them and how tall they were…but he also really loved this little cubby.
The instructions were folded up inside, but that didn’t stop him from playing in there.
If anything, it gave Zak something to play with whilst he was in there.
I don’t exactly know what he was doing in there…chasing his tail, just spinning around…but he seemed to be having fun.
And then, after a round of spinning and rolling about…
…it was time to attack the post.
Zak loved it in there.
But eventually he started to look around at the rest of the cat tree.
Both Björn and I were taking photos of his adventures.
Zak seemed to notice that high shelf, and he started to get ambitious.
Zak’s not much of a climber at home – much less so than Logan was – but at DjurMagazinet he was fearless.
He even branched out onto the grey tree next to his brown one.
But he soon jumped back to his brown one.
But what was really funny was, after Zak was done playing, the little Neva Masquarade in the cage next to ours went out to explore the cat tree…and was very interested in the smells Zak left behind.
Today, the Sverak club Björn belongs to,
Billingebygdens Kattklubb, had a little “mini-show” at our local DjurMagazinet. And by local, I mean, we can practically see the place from our house.
It was pretty cool to have a show we could walk to.
Of course, it wasn’t really a “show” in the sense that we weren’t really being judged for any FIFe points…but it was great publicity for the Singapura breed and cat shows in general.
And…a chance to bond a little with Izaak…and give him a warm-up to the show we’re going to next weekend. We took Zak and not Lorelai because this was more publicity than an actual show…and we figured there’d be Abys there. We were right; there was one Aby and two Somalis.
It was a great opportunity to show off the rare, new Singapura breed.
And, it was a really fun day.
Since it’s gotten colder outside, we’ve been able to store food outside on the balcony. Last night, we used that to our advantage and defrosted our freezer.
Not without help, of course. All the cats were there, of course, because they know food is involved with the big white cold box in the kitchen, but only one thought it would be a good idea to hop inside.
I wonder what he’s going to do when he sees snow for the first time.
Even though we have five cats living with us, there are moments where you wonder where all the cats are.
There’s a time of day when all the cats are napping. Sometimes you see them…sometimes you don’t.
Izaak usually naps close to me…although maybe not so much when I start taking photos of him.
Alfred tends to nap on the sofa with Zak on the sofa.
Freddy is a simple cat with simple needs.
Mostly, he just needs a good place to nap.
Angel loves the little brown bed.
She naps in it almost everyday.
Even though a certain Singapura tries to nap in there with her.
Meanwhile, Lorelai has discovered the radiator bed.
She spends a lot of time there.
Can you blame her? It’s comfy and it’s warm.
Who wouldn’t want to nap in a warm radiator bed, though, right?
Last, but obviously not least, we have Jacoby. He loves to sleep on our bed.
He usually digs himself a nest under our comforters…but today he decided to nest on top of the blankets.
Even so, he usually sleeps on my side of the bed. How does he know that?
It’s always a huge event in our house when I cut up meat.
It’s one of the best ways to get all five of them together.
They are so fascinated by it…and of course, hopeful for a scrap or two.
It’s a bit like feeding a tank of piranhas, to be honest.
Cats – at least Abys and Singas – swarm.
Alfred is at his most athletic when there’s raw meat involved.
But still photos cannot capture the mayhem properly…so here is a little movie Björn made of the Famous Hellqvist Dancing Cats. Click the image to view it in Flickr.