Lorelai is the kind of cat we have always wanted.
Oh! There she is now!
Yes, Rory is that rarest of cats…
…the kind of cat I have only had twice before…
…Yes, Rory is…
…a shoulder cat! And she will jump from a high surface down onto your shoulder, or she will climb up to your shoulder from the ground. Suddenly. And without warning. Especially on the day before claw-clipping day.
Our friend Summer commented on yesterday’s post that it was nice to see Angel in a post. I do try to mix it up as much as possible, but it’s not always easy since Angel tends to avoid the spotlight.
Kalle has a really awesome Vimmerby bed from Mio. It’s a modernised version of the traditional box bed that dates back to the Middle Ages, and let me tell you, I would have LOVED to have a bed like this in high school!
Seems that Angel likes Kalle’s bed, too! She hardly ever sleeps on our beds, so when she decided to hang out on Kalle’s bed, it was pretty awesome, and we were lucky to get photos of the rare event.
It’s great to see her branch out. It’s been almost 10 years since I’ve had her, and she still acts like she did when I first brought her home. So to see her do something like this is so special. Good girl, Angel!
I’ve already posted about how much Angel loves corn. Any time we have corn on the cob, she is there trying to eat it.
That includes the kernels that fall onto the table accidentally.
She begs for those, too. Or she tries to pick them up with her grabby Aby hands.
Sometimes they can be a little slippery and hard to pick up, though.
In the end, Angel will make certain that no kernel is wasted!
Lorelai had a very busy Saturday. First thing in the morning, I called her and she didn’t come. She always comes when I call her. So we looked all over for her, and finally I wondered…did she discover the gap in the balcony windows…and actually jump down?
The balcony’s 2½ metres up from the ground (about 8 feet). It took Jacoby a couple of months to work up the nerve to try it when we first moved here. And, sure enough…I went outside and stood under the balcony and called her…and Rory came running. She jumped. Off. The balcony! And there was a guy with an off-leash bulldog across the lawn. Not good.
So after we brought her back inside, she attempted her next death-defying act.
I was doing some laundry, putting clothes in the dryer. But we don’t have the usual tumble dryer like we had in the States. We have a drying closet. Clothes hang in there and dry. I didn’t even know Rory was in the laundry room with me, let alone that she’d gotten into the drying closet.
I realised she was missing fairly quickly, and got her out of there. But I don’t know how long she was in the dryer, which was set to 60° C. Not too long, thank goodness…but I don’t even want to think about what could have happened. As it was, I instantly doused her with cold water, just in case.
Alfred was first to check on how she was after her dunking.
Freddy is such a good big brother.
Rory didn’t enjoy her cold shower. Hopefully she’ll remember it and avoid the drying closet.
It was a harrowing Saturday morning. But it goes to show you: No matter how much experience you have with cats and kittens, they can still surprise you. I would never have thought Rory would try to jump off the balcony, and I had no idea she’d gotten into the dryer. Without eternal vigilance, the unspeakable can happen.
When you read those breed descriptions of Abyssinians, they never tell you about the food obsession. They all have it, to varying degrees. Alfred chews through anything plastic because he’s learnt there’s food in plastic (except when there isn’t; he’s also chewed through a packet of ground black pepper and a bag of laundry detergent). Angel runs to the kitchen whenever you cut something up with a knife and cutting board, hoping for bits of raw meat (even if I am only chopping onions or cucumbers). And Jacoby, well, he’s the worst. He’ll steal food right under your nose if you aren’t careful!
As go the older cats, so goes Lorelai.
Bear in mind, nobody really taught her how to do this. No one needed to. Cats learn by observation, after all.
I think she’s getting an A in this life lesson.
You may recall my post a while back about Alfred’s obsession with chewing. A favourite is rawhide sticks covered with dried lamb or duck, but I also give him Matatabi sticks and dried turkey feet (our kitchen floor looks a bit interesting). Well, now it’s become a kind of fad amongst the LunaTicks. Jacoby doesn’t really get why Freddy likes it so much, but he’ll steal the chewsticks or rib bones and gnaw on them anyway.
But there’s one cat I never thought would jump on the chewing bandwagon.
I mean, she only has THREE TEETH! But there she was, the other day, carrying one of Freddy’s chewsticks around the apartment and chewing on it when she felt safe to do so.
Teeth or no, nevertheless, she persists.
When Logan was at shows, he liked it when the door was open.
He just felt happier when the door was open. Logan, like Jacoby at shows, was perfectly happy to sit in his cage; he just preferred keeping the door open.
When the door to his cage was closed, it really bothered him.
“Ah, yes, that’s much better.”
It’s not that he wanted to escape…
…Yes, Logan, we know you’re showing in the non-alter class, thank you…
…he just wanted to be closer to his humans. That’s all. In fact, Logan decided he was so against the closed-door policy, he worked out how to open the bloody thing! (Click on image to watch video)
…Let’s see that last bit again in slow motion (again, click on the image to see the video)…
Yep. Clearly a criminal mind behind those big round eyes.