All three of the boys were in the cat tree this afternoon, enjoying the sunbeam.
Recently in Dash Category
Dash helped me make costumes today. He likes sewing. For Halloween he is going to be a Black Panther -- the Oakland kind, not the jungle kind. Because The Man won't let him outside. (Because he's an indoor cat).
He's about to lose this box from the scaffolding. It's been a beloved play area for months, and he will be sad to see it go. But there will be other boxes.
The earthquake woke them up.
It's been extra hot the last few days.
The animals are blossoming.
Mr Kitty decided to groom Dash a little.
Just a little under the chin and some nibbling around the ears.
Dash put up with it like a man.
Even when the licking moved to his chest and paws.
Well, maybe not the paws so much.
Dash got up and started to walk towards me, but the power of the nap was too great.
The kittens are getting big.
Dot really likes to help with home improvement projects. She loves being held in one arm while you work with the other, as inconvenient as that may be.
Dash is wilder, as he always has been. Doesn't like being picked up. But he does like pouncing, and any decent construction site has good pouncing potential.
Since the kittens have been getting bigger, and also more cozy with Mr. Kitty (their relationship with Henry could best be described as stand-offish), there has been a lot of pile-up nap time in the afternoon.
It's pretty typical for the little ones to be wrapped around each other (they usually wrestle a little before falling asleep), with Mr. Kitty playing big brother.
I've never had kittens this young before, so I was not aware of how much they sleep (a lot). This is about as active as 2pm gets in this household.
On Friday we went to the SPCA in Oakland to look for a kitten for Schwa. Somebody with high energy and an urge for play that will meet his particular playing needs.
And, well, we came home with two kittens, because we found one who was perfect for Schwa and the other one was just adorable in her own right.
That's Dot on top, Dash on the bottom.
Dot is Dot because she has this cute little chest blaze:
Dash is Dash because he never sits still:
(That's the two of them wrestling.)
Now the re-catting of the household is over, thank you very much. I believe we are at twice as many cats as I originally planned on ending up with.
