I am overdue with some of these photos. Our friends Willie and Sue visited a couple of weeks back, and they brought dog and cat treats! (Note: neither Willie nor Sue is one of the furry beasts referred to in this blog post's title!)
As you can see, Willie was very popular with the residents.
How many animals can you count in this photo (excluding Willie!)
Dorkus, aka Tristan, did his adorable routine. He gets more goodies by being cute.
I'm sure the pets all love Willie for more than just his treats. Can you see all four cats? Naomi is on Willie's leg, Julius is on the right, Emily is on the coffee table, and Alex is just showing on the floor between Emily and Julius! And Tristan braved the cat infestation, and was duly rewarded.
Three expectant felines. You would think we never fed them! Emily looks as big as Julius in this pic, but she's not. It's all in the perspective.
Tristan got lots of chest rubs fro Auntie Sue.
"This man smells like kitty treats. Come on Kitties, let's circle his head like giant rodents until he forks over!"
"Do YOU have treats for us?"
"I like treats, but chest rubs are good too!"
Yes, a good time was had by all. And Willie brought us his fabulous homemade cinnamon buns!
Today, there were still plenty o' cats in the family room...
Emily was lording it over the sleeping Alex. She is queen of all she surveys.
Alex was keeping an eye on me.
Emily is five months old now and has a beautiful coat.
Not to mention huge ears.
She knows she's gorgeous and uses it to her advantage. Why, I barely even yelled at her yesterday when she knocked a potted plant off a windowsill.
I tell you, four cats get along better than three. Things are going really well with this crowd, knock wood.
Julius perfects his look of disdain. He is really very good at making you feel utterly insignificant.
"I vant to be alone!"
Emily has an interesting daily ritual. She insists on being in the bathroom when I have my morning shower. She then spends the whole time parading back and forth on the bathtub ledge, between the inner and outer shower curtains, while I lather up. As soon as I turn the water off, she starts meowing in a panicked voice, until I wrap myself up in a towel, sit on the tub edge, and let her head butt my face. What on earth is all this about? She is fascinated by water but has yet to leap into the tub. She's such a funny little cat.
Hope you enjoyed your feast of furry beasts!