Myst adores Jenny. She gives him very special ear rubs that nobody else can do as well (see him at http://bamablog.textamerica.com/?r=2706920. We all love when Jenhy comes to visit. Jenny was an only child (not by choice) and her mother figured us cats were the next best thing, so we adopted these humans and adored Jenny. Dandelion practically grew up with her and was her faithful companion. It has been very good for the whole family, I think.
Bathtubs are still lots of fun, but I am cautious to make sure it is DRY before jumping in one. Myst loves to hide behind the shower curtain. We have pawing battles.
This is a picture of Myst when he was almost one year old. His long furry cheeks are not so prevalent here, but he still has a certain look in his eye that he has today.
Every day I make my morning rounds through the house, making sure I get brushed, chase Myst, sit with Dandelion and check that every door stays open, blinds opened (I paw windows with closed blinds), get my massage, fresh food and water and lots of attention. Also I check out new boxes or sacks, jump on desks and windows, look in mirrors to say hello to that poor cat trapped behind the glass. Today is another good day.
Halloween anyone? If I say trick-or-treat, would someone give me a mouse?
A sofa is a wonderful bed. I love them and we cats all enjoy sleeping on them. Terry says something about getting rid of the all the black clothes in her wardrobe now. I am not sure what she means.
I love Saturdays. My humans are always moving around and I sit in their way to watch the action. They bring home grocery sacks that I get to inspect and earlier, Myst was full of energy and chasing me all over the house. Much fun!
