cats

[ Loiosh, an orange tabby, is standing on a wooden table outside on the patio, muzzle hovering just above a hot dog on a paper plate. ] I wanted two hot dogs, Jasper wanted three. He cooked six. Why? Because he knows Loiosh really, really loves hot dogs.

[ Loiosh is curled up, on his back, in a blue scarf slung around the neck of a tall person in a red t-shirt. CJ wears glasses and has long dark hair, parted down the center and braided. He’s grinning down at Loiosh. ] (spoilers: it’s, uh, brief) ALSO please meet the fourth member of

[ Major Tom, a big grey tabby, is stretched out on a dark blue blanket on my bed, entirely asleep. His chin is resting between his stretched-out forepaws; his hinder end is half-turned, displaying some of his vast belly. ] The boys have really been enjoying living here — not least because I literally can’t

[ Loiosh, an orange tabby, is flopped on a piece of really dirty carpet, leaning up against the grate of a black pet crate. He’s got one foreleg draped over an empty bottle of gatorate. He’s looking up in the vague direction of the camera. ] I mean it’s been a LOT for all of

[ Sigdis, a black cat wearing a signal-flare orange harness, is half-hunkered on a black foam pad. The hand of a white person appears in the right side of the photo, forefinger extended towards Sigdis, who’s glaring at it. ] Jasper picked up this kneeling pad thing a while back, on the theory that it

[ Loiosh, an orange tabby, is laying on his side on a red, white and blue crocheted blanket. One hindpaw is braced against my leg; the other lays next to it. Both forepaws are slightly tucked. ] Loiosh has been THE adorablest. I think he & Jorts have been sharing cute lessons. There’s definitely been

[Major Tom, a big grey tabby, is walking down a set of wooden stairs from Tyrava’s door. Someone’s legs are visible just inside the doorway, one sandaled shoe just sticking out into the sunlight.] We tried talking Tom into modeling on the new stairs I just built for Tyrava, but that was … ineffective.

[Major Tom, a big grey tabby, is hunkered up in Tyrava’s doorway, looking outside. Past him, on the ground, is the framed-out floor I’ve been mostly not working on.] Okay, he hasn’t actually been around town at all, because mostly all we do in town is shopping trips, & he’s not really into those. Although