Two kitty pictures before I take off for the day.
In the first, we have Mr. Tig on his new(ish) window shelf. It took him all of thirty seconds to realize that it would be a good thing to lie on and look out the window (and ping me for skritches, since it’s within arm’s reach of my desk).
The second is Miss Gracie in what used to be a favorite sleeping place: Behind the Hulk, in front of Calvin and Hobbes (she has great taste, what can I say?).
I’ve got some new bookshelves coming in the end of the month that I can’t wait to see in my office. I’m going to have a proper office and library for the first time, well, ever—with matching bookshelves (and attractive ones, no less). I’m sure the kitties will enjoy it, too, once they get over the shock of change. And large men moving large, wooden objects up the stairs. Of course, you’ll get to see the new office as well, probably in many cat pictures. We sure do like our office.
Tig’s got a mousie. Orange has this thing about carrying jingle balls, dropping them and batting them around.
Miss Gracie does pick good nap time spots.
There are no jingle balls in my house. There will never be jingle balls in my house. Cat toys that have bells on them are forbidden and, if received as gifts, either the noisemaker is disabled, or the gift is quietly given or tossed away.
Cats are noisy enough without giving them extra things to make noise with during the night. This is especially because I’ve always been a light sleeper. Bad enough Tig likes to sleep on my feet—but to give him something that makes noise as he bats it around? Brrrr.
I don’t give children noisy gifts, either, not without first checking with their parents to make sure it’s all right.
I don’t know what happened to that particular mousey. Tig has been slowly but surely destroying the other one.