In honour of International Cat Day, a representative of Arlanda International asked me if they could use this photo I took of Jacoby and Angel in their crate just when we arrived in Sweden two years ago. So today Jake is featured on their Facebook page and on their Instagram account! Be sure to like him!
Then we saw this ad for a contest in Kattliv where the prize was this set. Well, I needed that shiny device! So we found one in a toy store.
Alfred was eager to help me build it.
It’s actually a pretty cool set.
Hauspanther would be proud of all the catification going on up in here. And the detail is fun, too. There are stickers to put on little cans of cat food as labels and a sticker for the litter box that looks like (clean, unused) litter!
Only one problem: not enough kitties! So I added all the random Playmobil cats I had collected and added them in.
Like this small cat tree (with carpet stickers for the shelves).
And these two iterations of Strollercats. The little grey one is, of course, Lorelai.
This one is my absolute favourite, though. Somewhere along the line I picked up a veterinary set which included this patient, complete with Cone of Shame.
But the best part is, she even has stitches! I’m not sure which set this goes with; I must have gotten it as a random cat piece on eBay. I can find the cat with stitches as a part of this set, but she hasn’t got the cone or the bed.
Here’s the house again with the extra cats added in. Much better.
Oh, wait! Here, let’s add two more cats…
Suddenly, the poor cat boarding house was attacked by Roryzilla!
She’s already using her grabby Aby hands to pick things up, as you can see.
Oh well. At least Freddy didn’t sit on it…
If we lived in Göteborg instead of Skövde, Logan would be every inch the StrollerCat that Jacoby was in Boston. (Actually, Jake might be every inch the StrollerCat he was in Boston if we lived in Göteborg…but we digress.)
He is barely a year old, but Logan has this riding-a-train-in-a-stroller thing down cold.
To the point that he was so blasé about the whole stroller-on-a-tram thing that he hopped out of the stroller and rode at the back exit door.
In fact, he seemed much happier riding there than in the stroller.
I didn’t mean to take this short video (which is why it’s vertical and not horizontal) (click on still to see video on Flickr), but I am ultimately glad I did. Look what a cool public transport customer Logan is! As I told Peter Hasselbom: I guess I do have a trademark with cats I raise. And that trademark is…bulletproofness. I raise cats that can ride a train or stay in a show cage with the door open.
And that’s not bad.
Two years ago this month, Boston had an unseasonably marvelous Sunday afternoon. I needed to go to the Apple Store on Boylston, and I decided to walk there with Jacoby. Apple Stores, as a whole, are known to be pet-friendly, and the Boston flagship store is no exception.
We were walking home after having my MacBook Pro checked by the lovely Geniuses, just enjoying the still-warm February evening and enjoying Boston, when…
…We met a boy.
A boy in a stroller. It was adorable. Jake was checking out the kid’s stroller, and the kid was checking out Jake’s. It was like when two vintage car owners see each other on the street, comparing chrome and fin height.
It took him a little while to screw up the courage, but finally the boy reached out and petted Jake. I couldn’t tell with the pacifier in his mouth, but I think he was smiling.
After we parted ways, Jake went back to looking at the fancy windows at Lord and Taylor. He always liked looking at those windows.
We are very lucky in that we live extremely close to a very good pet supplies store. Skövde’s DjurMagazinet is the equivalent of five Boston blocks from our apartment.
And they carry almost everything we need. The rest we can order online.
But they have our Bozita, our Vaisto raw, and everything else we need on a regular basis.
And of course they welcome pet visitors. And you know how Jacoby loves to help me shop.
He always makes sure we have gotten everything we need before we pay.
The staff all know Jake, of course.
With our purchases safely stowed in Jake’s light stroller, we’re homeward bound!
When Jacoby and I went to the Apple Store, I took some Hipstamatic photos of him on the red line train.
I love how riding the T is No Big Deal to him.
Jake was so happy to be back in his stroller!
He could not stop rubbing and head butting it.
He could do without the really screechy wheels, though.
He may look like a typical, blase commuter…
…but he can be as outraged at the T’s service as any Bostonian. This is why we’ll never get the Olympics.