Tummy Tuesday

Lair reminded me that it’s Tummy Tuesday, time to show off our catbellies. Tig has quite the belly to show off, too, as you can see in this series of shots.

Here, Tig’s fast asleep.

Two hours laters, Tig’s still fast asleep, but has changed position somewhat.

I love the delicately-held leg in mid-air.

The flash has woken him up, but that doesn’t stop him from continuing to look goofy.

And finally, the big stretch, in preparation to: Go upstairs and go to sleep. After eating something first, of course.

These pictures were taken while Gracie was still not eating, and I was waiting for the biopsy results. That’s her towel, not his, on the sofa. She slept on it while she was recovering. She is on the chair next to me as I write this, and her tail is almost back to its whip-like strength. (When she is fully recovered, I’ll have to remember to once again move my drinks out of range—that tail knocks things off my table at will.) And, best of all to report on a Tummy Tuesday—two nights ago, she lay down and rolled over for a bellyrub, though she didn’t stay long, and didn’t want the area with the scar touched at all. But she has a furry chest at the top of her tummy that she liked getting skritched just fine.

And the deep, throaty purr is returning.