Unlike Abyssinians, Singapuras are lap cats.
Sit down, make a lap…get a Singa in it. Especially if you have on a dress or skirt; they seem to really like the hammock effect.
But this story actually starts on Björn’s lap.
Both Izaak and Lorelai wanted to be on Björn’s lap.
Although it wasn’t particularly a comfortable sharing.
My lap was busy working on this blog at the time, so Zak went over to Björn’s lap. But Rory thought that Daddy’s lap belonged to her.
She tried some pretty passive-aggressive tricks to shift him, to no avail.
…She got the idea to attack his tail. Move the tail, move the cat, is Rory’s motto.
You can see how that went for her here (click the image to watch the video; sound is advised).
It has been well documented that Angel loves corn on the cob. She even loves corn off the cob. But I never expected to have a second corn-eating cat.
Even Jacoby seems perplexed by Zak’s appetite for corn.
Considering that Zak refuses to eat dry food at all and will barely touch processed cat food…it’s very odd that he attacks corn with such gusto.
But this is definitely not a one-off. He has done this more than once.
Try more like every damn time we have corn.
Today at the show was…hopeful, but ultimately uneventful. Lorelai was up for the NOM against the Russian Blue…so she didn’t get it. Oh, well. Izaak’s judge, Daria Lukasik, was from Poland, too…but she didn’t know that he was Polish until after the nominations. She was so in love with him…she threatened to put him in her bag and take him home with her. But ultimately – and it was close – he lost the NOM to a Bengal.
The nice thing about FIFe – especially if you don’t get a NOM – you have a lot of nice, relaxing downtime.
So, Zak decided to use the downtime to practise his newfound talent of…hairdressing.
“Here…you’ll look much better if I do like this…”
“There. Now you look…purrfect!”
Okay, we didn’t win this weekend…and Zak isn’t the next Vidal Sassoon…but we found a kickass Chinese Restaurant in Vårgårda
Today is a special holiday in Sweden: Cinnamon Bun Day.
Of course, longtime readers of this blog Jacoby has a long history of loving to snack on baked goods.
So when Cinnamon Bun Day came around our first year in Sweden, I had to at least offer Jake a cinnamon bun.
He attacked that bun like it was his last supper.
Angel can’t even with Jake’s baked good obsession.
I mean, look at him! Could you even with that?
In the end, Jake ate a good amount of his first Swedish cinnamon snail.
Obviously, Jake is a big fan of Kanelbullens dagen!
A month or so ago, Izaak and Alfred were lazing together on the sofa next to us when Zak idly started to play with Freddy’s tail.
It reminded me of those videos of young lions playing with the head male lion’s tail.
Zak went from attacking Freddy’s tail, to licking it lovingly…
…and back to biting it again.
It was super cute to watch.
And you know Freddy was twitching his tail for Zak to play with.
Zak seemed to be having an excellent time with Freddy’s tail.
Oh…and, we’re back to licking.
When Zak went from biting Freddy’s tail to biting his leg, Freddy started to object.
Okay, Freddy…back to the tail, then.
Wait…just one more bite to your leg, okay?
Then Zak got a little distracted by his own tail.
…Annnnddd…back to Freddy’s tail.
“Oh no! It’s getting away! Get it! GET IT!”
The photos were looking so great and funny that I thought I should take a little video, too.
You can probably guess what happened next…
People have asked why we don’t take Alfred out on our off-leash walking training with Lorelai and Izaak.
This is why. He bolts. The second he’s let outside, he heads for the trees at the bottom of the slope.
And naturally the kittens follow him into the exciting jungle. I was too busy capturing Freddy to get any good photos. But he spent the rest of the outing on his leash.
He was good-natured about it. But he tried to go back into the woods again despite his leash.
Freddy is an excellent leash walker, though.
You can see how far those trees are…and how Freddy longs to go back down there. Sorry, Freddy.