Tag: cats

Katy wanted to see how long it would take for her cat trap to catch something. Answer: less than 2 minutes.

We also put the dog bed back in the living room, now that Lily might be coming over more often again. The cats seem pleased. All three have had a snooze on it.

Pavel is just… wrong. I’ve never seen a cat so less concerned about sleeping on his back, splayed open to the world. He also has a habit of falling off the side of the sofa arm and being eaten by a pile of cushions. Tolstoy likes to wedge himself between my pillows and my bedside table, or just folds up like an accordion. Reenpig is generally a hot mess.

They’re all defective, but we love them.

A sparrow thumped into our patio door while two of our useless lumps were sunning themselves on the balcony. For the time it took me to walk from the living room to the balcony, both cats were just sitting there, looking at the poor confused bird. At one point, Tolstoy tried to attempt to poke it but stopped short of actually touching it.

Mighty hunters indeed. We shooed them inside and closed the door so that the bird could come to its senses in its own time. The cats became much braver, confident and vocal when they were behind the safety of the closed patio door.

How I’m waking up these days. Grumpy bastard next to the pillows, Pavel being demanding of fuss.

I was on the sofa watching a movie last night. I got up to get a drink and when I came back, Pavel had claimed my spot. I picked him up and just flomped him on me. He just rolled off me and this is how he ended up. He seemed quite pleased with himself and just stayed there, purring like mad.