I meant to do this yesterday, but I was rather busy.
First, we have Miss Gracie, in a very revealing pose, proving that cats know everything, and they just pretend they don’t understand what we want them to do.
Really, you want to know what she’s laughing at.
Next, Mr. Tig has a chew toy. That’s because he’s teething. In fact, all of my male cats have liked to chew hard substances. My first Tig liked to chew on wire hangers. My second Tig chewed on those as well, or on any hard plastic he could find. This Tig will chew on everything. And I discovered that pet stores now acknowledge that cats need chew toys, too: This is marketed as an actual cat chew toy, though it’s just a smaller version of a dog chew toy that I may get him if he gets through this. (He destroyed his beanie bunny, leaving thousands of plastic beads all over my office, which is why he now has a proper chew toy.)
Tig turned eight months old yesterday. He’s over ten pounds now, and stands more than two feet high on his hind legs when he stretches out. He’s going to be a very big boy.
Ah Miss Gracie, so serene
Better a chew toy then toes or fingers.
I have to say, Gracie looks insufferably smug there. What did she put over on you?
Nothing. She’s just very happy on the bed now that the quilt is out. Both of them were on the bed the second I made it this afternoon. Actually, Tig was on it before I made the bed, then he had to be thrown off the bed for every single layer. I finally left him under the light blanket and quilt, as he wanted to play cave kitty and attack me through the covers.
He even attacked the pillowcases. Yeesh. Kittens.
Better a chew toy than chewing everything in sight like the corners of pillows on the sofa, everything cloth, shoelaces, coax, electrical cord, got a spark out of that one. My kitties are bad.
Beautiful shot of Gracie on the bed. Got my orange kitty fix in today, thanks.
Fingertips flexing uncontrollably… must… skritch….
Both kitties are looking contented and spoiled (as it should be).