Andy and Dougy amuse each other with ambushes and wild chases. Today, it was Dougy’s turn to ambush Andy…if he ever passed the recliner. Dougy patiently waited for the fun! (Look closely, and you can see Dougy’s “horns” in some of the photos. He’s anticipating the chase.)
As you can see from this earlier photo of Andy, the recliner foot rest is a favorite roosting spot for both kitty boys.
The kitty boys are fine, but I’m getting over a viral infection (?) attacking my throat. This will probably serve for today’s and tomorrow’s blog post, though I am feeling better. “Better” meaning I’m coughing less, though I am physically exhausted.
Before he’s brushed, Dougy has this look…
…but this is his look for next to no time after he’s brushed. His ruff is starting to mess up in the after photo, for that matter!
The best place to do recon on breakfast, that is to keep a sharp eye on the human. Andy likes to do it from the top of the all-in-one machine. After all, Andy wants to be there first!
Some activity out there! Looking hopeful!
Woo hoo! Andy knows breakfast is about to be served.
It’s hard to get a clear photo of eating kitty boys. They really chow down! Part of it is Dougy trying to finish his kitty food because Andy always finishes his part, then nuzzles into Dougy’s part. (Andy, on right.)
This one is for Marylou of “natuurfreak” to show her what it’s like here in Western Nebraska when the sunflower seeds get enough moisture to cover the Sandhills with sunflowers:
(This not my photo and I don’t know who took it. I will give credit if they identify themselves or if I find the photo with credit given…) This scene from the Nebraska Sandhills cheers my heart!
Cat toys don’t have a chance! I try to have replacements for favorite toys on hand for that inevitable moment the old toy reaches its end.
This toy is dead…!
Long live the exciting new toy!
Excitement builds in anticipation of play with the new toy!
(The boys are crawling all over the desk trying to get to the toy, which I try to photograph, then hide from them…!)
Both boys converge on the mother lode: the old toy and the new toy, just there, waiting to be taken!
Dougy makes a move, but Doug (the human one) pulls the toys away at the last second…!
Wow! I didn’t know Dougy knew that word! We are not happy!