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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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.
He was unimpressed by the gas station parking lot….
MOM. Y u do this.
MOM WHAT IS THAT.
(I’m pretty sure it was a bird.)
Mom. I AM DONE HERE.
(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.)
He had a MUCH better time at the post office. By which I mean there was dirt to roll in.
EVERYTHING is better when you’re covered in dirt & twigs.
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.
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.
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.
I tossed Loiosh up on top of the tall cabinet in the bathroom…
& proceeded to take a bunch of fairly terrible pictures of him up there.
I think I didn’t have the flash on, which means the exposure time was long, which means, well, blur.
But he was having a pretty good time. He doesn’t often go up high on his own because of his knee, but he’s perfectly happy to _be_ up high if someone gives him a boost. Or if he just bolts up a tree cos he’s in a mood.