All three of the boys were in the cat tree this afternoon, enjoying the sunbeam.
Recently in Schwa Category
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.
Mr Kitty was enjoying the sunbeam on the low cat tree.
It's a very hard life.
Usually, it would be Dash up there with Mr Kitty, but sometimes he snuggles with Dot, too.
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.
I've never been a cat tree person, but you can consider me a convert. When Schwa came home with us, he came with a tree, and he loves it to tiny pieces. So when we added Henry Pudding (because he sometimes looks like Henry VIII and sometimes looks like a plum pudding), we used the extra-fancy coupon that came with him to get him a tree of his own that wasn't all Schwa'd over.
Not that that kept Mr. Kitty from enjoying it, of course. There are no real possessions in cat-land.
But Henry uses the tree quite a bit, often at the same time as Schwa.
And Schwa, being an idiot, shows very little common sense about how much bigger than him Henry is.
One minute later, Schwa wapped at Henry and Henry got him back. Don't mess with Henry.
A couple of friends had a kitty they needed to rehome. He was just too active and too high-energy for their new baby. Since we were in the market for a kitty, we brought him home for a trial, and things are going great.
We've renamed him Schwa. His former name was "Dingo" which we agreed was a bad-luck name around babies.
He came with his own cat tree, which has been a real boon. When we finished the dining room walls, we moved the tree by the back window and now he spends most of the day up there staring at the birds in the garden.
He also uses the vantage point to keep track of what the dogs are doing.
It's not his only spot. He's adapting quite well to living in an old house under construction.
