Andy and Dougy know all the best spots to keep warm in winter and cool in summer. One spot Andy enjoys all year, though, is the top of the washing machine.
Dozing…
…dreams of mousies squeaking and fat tweety birds…!
All this dreaming wears a kitty out!
I got Andy’s daily dose of medicine out of the way early today when he forgot to watch his tail. Aha! Gotcha!
I was nearly as surprised as he was, the capture happened so fast and easily.
Andy was a good kitty today when I gave him his medicine.
“Where’s my kitty treats!?”
Yes, here he waits to get the treats for being a good boy!
Earlier, Andy was excited about the birds across the lane at the feeder. He paced the window sill and acted like he was about to make a screen climb, one of his bad habits. Now, he’s asleep on top of the blue carrier on the settee, his favorite perch.
Lately, Dougy’s been sleeping in the cat tree, but that isn’t where he is now.
Dougy insisted on a little Neko toy time, and I wore him out early. He is dozing someplace, living up to his kind’s crepuscular nature.
Yes, Andy and Dougy aren’t doing much because it’s a cool, lazy sort of day.
Sometimes I feel like a parent watching over a child when I see my little guys asleep. Andy, in particular, becomes this sweet little ball of fluff I just love to death.
Precious little Andy, asleep…
When I think of Dougy, goofy circus music or polkas come to mind. When I think of Andy, J.S. Bach best matches his personality. Of course, Andy and Dougy both are Jazz cats, too, and both have their moments where they break away from my perceptions of the music that best matches their personalities.
..my little lamb!
Not today, though. Seeing Andy asleep, I can’t help but bring to mind this favorite Bach piece:
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Cantata Nº 208, ‘Sheep May Safely Graze’, BWV 208
There are songs that set me on edge. Perhaps they played 2397 times too often on the radio when they first came out or they just have some compelling hook that turns them into torment, that song you can’t get out of your head. “The Lion Sleeps Tonight” is one such song.
When I come across one of my boys sleeping, that awful song often comes to mind : They remind me of mini-lions! Less stressful, Andy loves to sleep in the cat tree tube by my bedroom door. I like it when he does because he becomes easier to “capture” to give him his medicine. He likes the tube because of, well, “cat reasons”!
How he scrunches himself into a ball in this narrow tube, I’ll never know. It’s one of those cat secrets. Oh, to be cute and so flexible! There’s a tail end and a face in this photo, if you look closely.
As soon as I saw him, I had to pet him, rub his nose. Then he stretched out inside the tube.
Andy gives me the eye. He’s ready to slip out the opposite end if he has to! That’s one of those cat reasons he likes the tube.
The carpeting gives him something to hang onto if I tried to pull him toward me. I think that gives him a false sense of security. What I do is push on the end closer to me, and capture him on the opposite end. Cat — 0; human — 1
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Bebe the Persian cat could be the boys’ long lost Japanese sister. When I watched this video this morning, I was struck at how similar they look and act.