A few recent cat photos, some even with an Xmas theme. Mainly because it's late and I'm too tired from fiction'ing to type anything more coherent.
My, aren't they cute. Whatever could they be studying so intently?
Ahh yes, the mousie. Jinxie loves nothing more than hurling herself into the shower in hot pursuit of a flying cat toy, to the point that she usually races straight down the hallway when we throw it in that direction, but rather than swatting it she turns right, runs through the bathroom, and hurdles into the tub. And then stays there, for long minutes, peering over the edge in foxhole fashion. It's cute that she's in there. It's cuter when it's dark, and the human entering the bathroom turns on the light and beholds Jinxie blinking and squinting like an abruptly-awakened toddler.
She never plays with the mousie in the shower, despite the "hit up the bank and catch it when it slides back down" possibilities. She instead bites it and carries it out into the hallway, or all the way down to the living room, places it down very neatly with a sort of bow, (she never just drops it, as Dusty is wont) and whirls and runs back into the tub, as if either human in her home has ever shown the ability to throw the mousie five meters down the hallway, with enough spin to then turn right and fly into the tub.
As part of our recent home redecoration, we moved this big ass bookshelf from the bedroom into the living room. We also moved a lot of books around, and ended up with multiple empty slots in the 5x5 Ikea bookshelf. Since we had the space, I had the idea of leaving one cubbyhole over the sofa empty, and putting one of the cat blankets in there. Neither feline showed much interest in it initially, but since I soon took to lifting them up and letting them climb into the opening, they've grown a bit more accommodating of it. As Dusty is here demonstrating.
Bonus view of Jinxie in the background, as she pulls up the couch coverings and prepares to wedge herself behind them. The plant is a winter addition, since it started to lose leaves madly in November, when night time lows were dipping into the 40s. It's doing surprisingly well inside, even with rather limited daylight.
Our condo has one source of heat in the winter, and its a gas heater burning behind the grill you see here on the right. Three guesses where the cats end up on cold nights? Dusty never lies right in front of it, the way Jinxie is doing here. He can't take the heat, or perhaps his sleek black fur gets too hot, while her thicker and puffier light gray doesn't soak it up so much?
My mom sent us a nice package of presents this year, and she either wrapped them in catnip or let her two cats help out, since from the minute we took them out of the box, Jinx was all over this large, probably-blanket-containing parcel. She sniffed and pawed at it, and when that didn't satisfy her, out came the teeth.
Yes, she's really biting at the corners here, and yes, she tore off a few bits of paper and apparently ate them. I'm sure there's nothing harmful in wrapping paper, other than the lead inks and other highly toxic chemicals they make the dyes out of; you know, the stuff that makes burning it up such multi-colored fun!
Let this picture be a lesson to the young among you. If you're cute doing it, you can get away with damn near anything. Dusty would probably get yelled at for this sort of thing. Jinxie, since she does it with such gusto, while emitting endearing squeaks and high-pitched "prrrorrppp" type noises, is laughed at and indulged and immortalized with digital photography.
