Leo loves life and he makes the most of every moment. (Leo, teach me how!) When he wants to get petted, there is no ignoring him.
Pet me, please.
Oh yeah. That’s the spot.
I’m leaning my whole body into it.
I leaned too hard and I’m… slipping away. Oops. Don’t worry, I’ll come right back.
Here is a movie of the same session, with his mega-purr on the soundtrack. (More than one morning, he has awakened somebody in the household with that purr.) No need to watch the whole thing. Any ten second interval will give you the idea.
Years ago, a famous therapist pointed out that humans would be much healthier psychologically if we could ask for affection whenever we needed it – if we could mimic the cat who climbs into a lap as needed. I don’t remember the therapist’s name but I remember that observation whenever one of my cats shows up for a dose of affection.
(The WP Photo Challenge asked to see joy.)
Some months ago, my daughter lost her laptop sleeve case. We searched and we searched. She decided she must have left it somewhere back at college rather than at home.
Cut to this morning: Mother and daughter thoroughly searching her bedroom because – in the middle of the night, of course – our former kittens had grabbed her favorite lip gloss and converted it to a toy, scrabbling and chasing it somewhere as yet undetected. During the futile search for the lip gloss, deep under the bed we found the laptop sleeve, which had also been converted to an objet de play.
Our recent kittens are now 1 year old, but we still think of them as the babies, which serves them well at times like this.
The suspects (Bo, Leo, Arrow) when they truly were kittens.
They are bigger now and less likely to all three fit in the same sleep spot. Here are Bo and Leo.
Arrow, (almost) caught in the act of sharing the human’s breakfast.
I’ve known many cats through my life, and although they share important characteristics, each remains unique. I love them all and have been well- and long-trained to understand that cats are the master race!
Arrow (center) is incapable of moving slowly, and most photos of her are blurry.
Luna likes to lounge on a skylight – with difficulty, because the surface is convex. At some point, inevitably, he will relax too much and slide off.
Bop loves to help me with chores such as organizing paperwork.
Bo and Leo hang out together but could not be more different. For Bo, life seems a series of disappointments, while Leo is gratitude incarnate: he purrs when you touch him; he purrs when he eats; he purrs as he walks around.
The WP Photo Challenge wants to see “one”.
Warning: If you hate cute cat pix, stop reading now before you ruin your day.
Like all cats, the five in my household like to go inside stuff. It is the moments like these that persuade me to forgive them during times like these.
Here are Bop and Luna in a deep bag:
Bagful of cats.
The kittens often play in a long narrow box. Arrow also uses the box when it’s time for her meds:
Ever tried to drag a cat out of a 6 foot x 5 inch box?
Bo, Leo, and Arrow spend many hours in a mostly dead bush that has become their clubhouse:
Entrance to the Clubhouse
Can you spot Bo deep in the Clubhouse?
This is what one’s paws look like after a day in the Clubhouse:
Few things are finer than coming home filthy.
Bop does about five times more cute stuff than any other cat I’ve known. This is likely related to her being such a jerk to the other cats. If she’s cute enough I won’t return her to the shelter? Hmm. May have worked so far. She likes to help me sort papers:
There. All arranged.
And in some situations she acknowledges the lowly human has the right idea:
A pIllow and comforter can enhance the nap experience.
For those of you who don’t know cats very well, an assurance: no cats were organized or arranged in the shooting of these photographs.
The Weekly Photo Challenge wants to see “Inside”.
Recently I posted a photo of my cat Luna enjoying a nap in a window breeze. While Luna slept, one of the kittens, Leo, spotted him and took time out from his daily backyard frolicking in order to approach Luna. Below are photos of the encounter.
Some backstory needed here. Luna is 10 years old, patient and tolerant with our three kittens (now 10 months old), who worship him and thus annoy him. Whenever they see him they pester him. They relentlessly try to touch noses, to sniff him, to follow and stare at him. So Luna rarely lets them near.
Woah! There he is!
I’ve never sniffed the bottom of his paw before.
For some reason I can’t bite his tail through the screen.
Wow. He is so cool.
On summer afternoons, a lovely breeze comes through this window. What better place to plant one’s hindquarters for a nap?
This week’s Photo Challenge wants to see fresh, which it defines as a state (new, recent, previously unknown) and a taste or sensation (cool, sweet, invigorating, refreshing).
This week’s photo challenge topic is companions and for me that means the four-legs in our household. I’ve already posted a bizilion applicable photos (tags dogs or cats). Okay, at least half a bizillion. So now, make it a bizillion plus six.
A decade ago, Bop and Luna were kittens and my son (now 6’2) was shorter than his twin sister (now 5’10”).
Bop grew up to disdain other animals, with one exception. She enjoyed our rabbit Cookie, a bold and aggressive rescue bunny. Bop loved to hang out in Cookie’s cage. An extreme sport: Cookie would have killed anybody (not an exaggeration) she caught in her cage.
Cookie liked living with cats. She learned all sorts of tricks that rabbits should never do, such as climbing fences. When we first got her she was indoors in a cage but soon had the run of the backyard. She chased the cats whenever she could. She chased the neighbors out of their backyard. (Fortunately they found this charming). For all of that she was very affectionate.
As a kitten, Luna (left) appointed our two older cats as his parents. For the rest of her life, Boink (right) groomed and cuddled with Luna daily.
Red, a gentle giant of a tomcat, became Luna’s dad. They spent endless hours playfighting and exploring together.
When Cookie the rabbit succumbed to lung cancer, we lost a special individual and my key excuse against getting a dog. Enter Shadow, who lets the kids mess with her.
(Posted as part of the Weekly Photo Challenge.)