My Friday started with dropping Suzi off at her work and hopping on MAX. After getting home, I sat down and Hazel and Gilligan immediately joined me.
In between, I spent my day in a large, complex spreadsheet and a nearly 5-mile 1:1.1
All in all, not a bad day. :-)
Gilligan and Hazel are happy that Melissa is visiting.
With apologies to Rodney King, can we all just get along?
We awoke this morning to the sun streaming in the windows and a cat sitting on the window sill. This was the shadow on the bedroom wall.
Hazel enjoys being where she thinks she shouldn’t be.1
Hazel camouflages herself as a present’s bow.
Our tree has lights, ribbons, and a skirt. Tomorrow, it will get ornaments.
Of greater interest to our cats Hazel and Ginger is the train that circles its base. Whap! Derailed, again…
Update. It’s done!
I’m not sure who’s having more fun with the feeders: the birds, us, or the cats. Whenever we open the windows, the cars sit on the sills and study the birds.
We have two cats.
They have every reason to be the same. They are from the same litter, have the same parents. They were raised together, by their mother and family, and then by our family.
But they aren’t the same. Ginger is black and Hazel is gray.
More importantly, Ginger knows how to get my attention. She follows me through the house. She jumps up on the bed in the morning and kneads me. She paws me when I’m at the computer. When I pick her up and scratch behind her ears, she purrs immediately. Ginger loves my attention.
Hazel, well Hazel is a cat. She doesn’t ask for attention. She watches me from a “safe” distance. She doesn’t jump up on my bed. She doesn’t paw me. When I pick her up and scratch behind her ears, she is slow to purr. Yet, Hazel loves my attention.
We have four kids.
Our cats, Hazel and Ginger, cuddle in the sink. They’re making the best of being locked in the bathroom while I clean the aquarium.
Yeah, I’m catblogging and it’s not even Friday. Such are the joys of being owned by a cat.