Wow, guys… particularly you kitty-update-loving guys… my apologies. It’s been exactly seven weeks since my last kitty update post. I’ve been slacking.
Not to point the finger at anyone in particular, but NOUNOURS. That big purring ball of affection manages to look the same in every picture, and I don’t have time to stalk him with the camera all day waiting for a fluke to happen so I can get a pic that’s different… and I can’t do a kitty update post without pics of him! I have been trying, though.
[Sidenote: that hen hiding in the shadows in the back of the lower shelf? That’s a door-stop from France that I’d been trying to find. I only found it upon examination of this pic. Thank you, Nounours.]
One of Nounours’ favorite things is to snuggle up to articles of clothing the second they land on the bed.
Then there’s Nenette…
And look at this. YOU try to tell her “no” and shoo her out of the linen closet!
She can’t even take a bad picture when she comes up and sticks her face in front of the camera.
One of Nenette’s new things is rounding up a few of her scattered toys and lining them up like toy soldiers. I kid you not:
Is it just us being proud kitty parents, or does everyone find this ridiculously cute?
Meanwhile in the backyard, Cita, our unofficially-ours kitty, has made herself more ours than ever. We’re besides ourselves about what to do at this point.
And so here, I guess, is her first real appearance in TALC:
I’ve been making it a point to spend time with her throughout the day, because she craves our company, of course… but not much arm-twisting goes into that. She is precious.
Cita has a small collection of toys, too. They’re cloth, stuffed, but they’re little stuffed shapes rather than stuffed animals. Several times a day, I go around the yard gathering them so I can group them together where she likes them (on the patio). The strawberry-shaped one is her favorite. It’s my favorite, as well… it’s red and easily detectable in the gravel. The donut-shaped one, though, is a different story. It’s brown and spotted and sometimes it’s a good while before I can find it. It would be so much faster if I had bionic eyes.
I took a picture one time when the donut finally materialized after I spent 10 minutes walking all over the backyard searching for it:
It’s like staring at one of those pictures you used to see in the malls in the 80’s, where you stare at the finely detailed recurring pattern until the 3D picture comes into view. Remember those? Your friends could always find the sailboat. You couldn’t.
I looked up those pictures; they’re called “autostereograms.”
Alright, folks… kitty update post out! Until next time, then.