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a Combined Post!

A wide wooden worktable, set up against the side of a house. It's got three front legs, & three tall back legs with a shelf across the top. There's a large grey tabbycat sittin on the right side.

Yes, this is both your cats & progress post for this week, on account of I’m picking up the trailer on Friday & aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa

But I finished up the worktable, complete with shelf & lumber storage, & LOOK AT IT, IT IS SO GOOD

Also Major Tom likes it a lot. Here, he is saying ‘dis mine’. Continue reading a Combined Post!

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Loiosh & Royalty, a History

As with so many things, he started young.

He was just a couple months old when Queen Astrid met him & immediately fell in love. In the meantime I’m pretty sure I was getting gently scolded for not being at Midwinter where my Argent Hart was actually awarded. I explained that I had really wanted to attend, but I’d been working. In Hell. It was Walmart; close enough.

Much later, while living in Dragonsspine, Loiosh got into what would be a bad habit for anyone not as cute as he is.

Just LOOK how pleased he is with himself. Lil shit.

Fortunately everyone thought it was adorable. Both times. As witness:

& then a Battlemoor or so later …

Why yes, that IS one of the thrones of the Outlands.

Fortunately Queen Danielle, like her distant ancestor Queen Astrid, loves him.

I didn’t take these last two pics. I’m pretty sure I was facepalming, & also planning how to survive charges of lèse-majesté. Because it’s not like anyone’s gonna blame the CAT.


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Battlemoor — the way home — mostly cats edition

A round wicker footrest sittin on the passenger seat of the van. Hades is curled up in the cat bed on top of it, & Tom is likewise occupying the bed tucked into the base.

I love how they turned the cat-bed-on-the-seat into a doubledecker cat bed. They’re still doing it now that we’re home, too.

On the way to Battlemoor, I’d noticed, off to one side of Wolf Creek Pass, a bunch of RVs tucked into the woods along a creek. I made a note of it as a possible nice boondocking spot, & on the way home, I set out to find it again. Continue reading Battlemoor — the way home — mostly cats edition

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Battlemoor — Mostly Hades Edition

Hades is sitting under a folding camping chair, with his leash wrapped around the legs so he can't move much. He's giving the camera a piteous look.

My friend Ivar, who makes excellent pottery, took this picture of Hades, & I think it sums up both Hades’ natural magnificence, & also his truly spectacular talent at getting himself ENTIRELY TANGLED.

In any case, I usually don’t take a lot of Hades pictures because he’s a longhaired black cat & pretty often winds up being a fluffy blot, but I got a LOT of good Hades pictures this Battlemoor. Continue reading Battlemoor — Mostly Hades Edition

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I don’t think this was what he had in mind.

But when I called the boys back inside before heading to the post office, Tom decided he’d rather stay in the van. So I grabbed his leash & off we went.

I mean. I went over to see if that’s where he was — I’d left the van doors open while I was loading up, as I often do — & he was sitting on the passenger seat, looking expectant. & then he SQUEAKED at me. So off we went.

A large grey tabbycat, Major Tom. He's wearing a green harness & red leash, & he's standing up, looking off to the side of the photo & leaning firmly against the leg of a white person.

He was unimpressed by the gas station parking lot….

Mom.

Major Tom, sitting next to a large vehicle tire & looking under the vehicle. His ears are forward but his head is down, showing that he's curious but wary.

MOM. Y u do this.

Major Tom is now giving the person holding the camera a look that is Very Fraught with Opinions.

MOM WHAT IS THAT.

Major Tom is sitting in the same spot, but is now looking over his shoulder, ears forward, looking VERY interested.

(I’m pretty sure it was a bird.)

Mom. I AM DONE HERE.

Major Tom is standing on the ground next to the van, but he's got his paws up on the running board. His ears are out to the sides.

(This is what I’m talking about, though, when I say I want them to learn that the van is a safe place. When he was done, he didn’t try to find a place under a dumpster or something to hide in — he went back into the van. Because it’s safe.)

Major Tom is back in the van giving the camera another Look.

He had a MUCH better time at the post office. By which I mean there was dirt to roll in.

Major Tom, rolling in a patch of dirt and grass. He's a little blurry with the motion. There's a LOT of pale belly fur showing.
He's still rolling, but on the other side now, front paws sticking up in the air.
He's even more blurry in this picture, but he's starting to stand up now.

EVERYTHING is better when you’re covered in dirt & twigs.

Major Tom sits facing away from the camera. He's COATED in bits of plant & his fur is distinctly browner than usual.

He got plenty of chinpettings on the way home, so he was pretty cheerful about the trip overall. But he still dashed back into the house quick once we were home. Little steps — he’ll get there.

Major Tom, back in the van. The photo is framed by the bottom curve of the steering wheel. He's got his head resting firmly in the hand of a white person who is gently scratching under his chin.
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slightly better?

This week I took slightly more than zero cat pictures! Above is Loiosh, stretched waaaaaay out because of the heat.

… it was 72F, y’all.

Major Tom assisting me in my efforts to clothe myself properly for the Gallup art gallery tour I went on last Tuesday night. Fortunately I’ve long since accepted that there’ll be cat fur on everything I own.

Loiosh, comfortably ensconced on the bed with me, with bonus photobombing Hades in the background.

… it’s been a long week.

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a Retrospective

Because 1) I never post enough pictures of Hades, & also 2) I somehow have not taken any cat pictures in the last week.

I KNOW, OKAY

Anyway I knew from the moment I laid eyes on him that Hades would be an excellent leashcat, & it’s been a hella road. The pic at the top of this post is his first time out in the van with me & Loiosh. He did pretty well, but he was also REALLY glad to get back to the van.

Which is fine! One of the important parts of convincing cats it’s safe to go out on the leash is letting them know there’s a safe place to retreat to. The house is the first one; once they’ve got the hang of that, the van is the second one they learn is safe.

The third place they learn is safe? The booth.

…Hades maybe took a unconventional route to that realization.

But he got the hang of it just fine.

Since then he’s done a lot of wandering with me & he generally has a pretty good time. He’s not as bombproof as Loiosh, but then, who is?

(Answer: Mister Purcy. But I digress.)

But he’s still got those black cat Opinions. So many Opinions.