It's Friday! Seems like a good day to laze out and just post random photos of my pets.
Especially since there's currently a tail on my keyboard and a butt on my mouse.
The cats have settled in, I'm happy to report. They have stopped hiding completely and now join Beau as a little troupe of shadows who follow me around all day, demanding attention, food, and lap real estate. I've never had two cats or littermates before, and it's been FOREVER since we had a cat that still acted as kitten-like as these two, so they are filling our lives with much hilarity and pratfalls. Catfalls? Ew, stop that, self.
Miss Rey has managed to not fall out of anymore windows, but consistently finds other trouble to get herself into, like getting her ass stuck in an ottoman or locked in closets or falling into the toilet because she's so mesmerized by the flushing.
Despite her spectacular Queen Bitch Cat facial expressions, there's really no deliberate naughtiness or evil behind all her mischief. It's more like she's just kind of a klutzy airhead who doesn't understand how life works. (Oh my God, she's me.) She's...not the smartest pet in the room, if you get what I'm saying, but she's so sweet and soft and pretty that everybody loves her anyway.
I haz no idea whatz going on.
(Giant Meteor 2016 shirt from RedBubble.com. I am all in for Hillary but the thought of having to put up with however many more months of wall-to-wall bullshit from Trump fills me with a rage that can only be soothed by dreams of a quick, fiery death.)
Rey is super playful, while Finn is a full-time lap cat. Which of course means Beau consistently chooses to ignore Rey (who would happily tussle with him any time) and antagonize poor Finn, who would really rather not be bothered.
Hi sis let me give you sum kisses because I am made of love and sweetness.
ACK NO NOT AGAIN SAVE ME SISTER.
Meh, am pretty tired, bro.
Not that Finn doesn't get up to mischief either. He refuses to follow our "stay off the kitchen counters" rule, or our "please stop licking dirty dishes in the sink" suggestion. And he's a big fan of climbing places without a clear plan for getting down.
Beau definitely gets a tad jealous any time the cats are taking up all the good laps, but seems happy to have their company and someone to snuggle/wrestle with.
Sometimes they do both at the same time.
And while Beau seriously was (and is for anyone new who meets him) a case of love at first sight for us, I am amazed at how different he is now compared to those first few weeks with us. He's calmer, less anxious, and settled into our routine. He no longer runs from us or escapes, even given an accidental open-door opportunity.
(I'm an idiot who left one of the back gates open while doing some gardening out front a couple days ago, then realized Beau had been out back at some random point much later, dashed inside for his leash and a thing of string cheese because HERE WE GO AGAIN, only to find Beau sitting happily in the kitchen, waiting for the kids to drop crumbs from their afterschool snacks. He was just like, why would I run? INSIDE BE WHERE ALL THE FOOD IS AT.)
So all is well with the zoo. They are all terrific pains in the ass, each in their own unique snowflake way. And I can't imagine life without any of them.
(P.S. My full post about our trip to Hersheypark is up at AlphaMom, along with a ticket giveaway! Go check it out and enter, yo,)