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.”
I apologise in advance for the blurriness of these photos, but I was lucky to capture them at all!
This actually started before Jacoby died, but last week was the first time I managed to have my camera ready.
You see, Angel, who will be twelve this year, has actually started playing with the younger cats!I haven’t seen her play with another cat voluntarily since Jake was a kitten!
But here she is…
…playing chase and catch with Lorelai! And Angel started it!
It’s truly amazing.
The old lady’s got some moves!
Rory, having escaped up the hallway, returns to see where Angel is.
“Where are you, Angel..?”
Sometimes Alfred and Izaak join in; it’s not just a girl thing. Still, it’s so wonderful to watch Angel play with the other cats on her own terms as opposed to someone chasing her.
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.
Despite using the doorstop fairly regularly, another break-in was reported in an apartment kitchen in northwestern Skövde.
Interestingly enough, this time the thief tried to pin his crime on an unlikely suspect.
Nice try…but next time maybe pick a larger, stronger cat who might actually be able to prise open the cabinet?
Whilst the other cats were eating the stolen goods, our Alfred was on the bed, looking as innocent as he could…
…which ultimately, wasn’t very innocent-looking at all.
I had just bought someBrit Premium Sausages for them to try. They completely demolished one whole roll! I texed Björn this photo and said: “Well…guess they like the new food.”
Even Izaak the sausage was interested in the sausage…and he only eats raw food! Seriously, though…We need to put a stop to this crime spree!
In the late morning and early afternoon in spring and early summer, we get some wicked awesome sunshine coming in on the kitchen and balcony side of the house.
Any given morning, you will find an assortment of cats sprawled across the dining room table. The other morning, it was Angel, Jacoby and Izaak. Despite being a hard uncomfortable place to nap, it’s extremely popular.
“My sunshine brings all the cats to my table“…or something.
Alfred, it seems, is always up to something.
This is his newest thing. He sits in our bathroom. He’s not sleeping, he’s not grooming…
…He’s just sitting there on the rug.
I have no idea what he’s doing. Probably plotting how to take over the world. Or how to break into the cabinet where the food is kept. One of those.
And in case you’re wondering about those towels, Björn found them in this Etsy seller’s shop a couple of years ago. We thought they looked like Abys…so of course we ordered a set!
I have been thinking a lot about Logan recently. I suppose it’s only natural; his birthday was last Saturday, and this is the month before we found out about his FIP. I guess March is going to be hard for a while. But this is a memory that always makes me smile.
When we took Logan to Finland for a show, Logan discovered the heated bathroom floor.
He loved it!
He was always a little less stocky than Izaak is.
It was so funny to watch him rolling on the warm, but hard, floor. He was like, “What is this sorcery!?”
Have you ever seen a happier little cat?
He really loved it.
When we couldn’t find Logan anywhere else in the room, we knew he had to be there on the bathroom floor. He even slept in there instead of on the bed or the chair!
We haven’t stayed in a hotel with heated floor since then with any cat. I was looking forward to seeing what Logan would do when we encountered one again; now I’m just wondering if Lorelai and Zak will have the same reaction.