cats

[Loiosh is curled up on my bed, head tucked into the lap of a toy orange cat.] He won’t admit it, but he really does like his little Jorts toy. He’s been spending a lot of his days outside — fear not, the nearest road is half a mile away, the nearest people not much […]

[Loiosh, an orange tabby wearing a green harness with a blue bow tie, is asleep on a crocheted blanket, tucked in close next to a white laundry basket.] This was on the way home from some trip or another; maybe the day we went out to the park? I promise Loiosh has been doing things

[Major Tom, a big grey tabby wearing a purple harness, sits in Tyrava’s doorway, looking outwards.] For most folks, one of the biggest problems they’d have dealing with a move like this would be their cats. How do you keep four cats, used to the run of an entire house, entertained when there’s no house?

[Major Tom, a big grey tabby, is curled up on his side in a rectangular forest green basket. His paws are tucked up in front of him and his belly is pale tan. Lining fabric from a jacket, deep maroon, spills over the edge of the basket; Tom has his head resting on it.] Tom

[Loiosh, an orange tabby, is hunkered up in his cat bed. He’s facing the camera, but only the upper part of his head is visible, because he’s got his chin shoved into a plastic bag. The label on the bag contains nutrition information, but most of it isn’t very legible.] You gotta wonder about the

[Marisol, a very small longhaired calico, is standing in a low box on a set of wooden shelves. She’s looking up and to the right, and one little white forepaw is raised. Her ears and whiskers are both perked forward, interested, and she is slightly blurry with motion.] Is she climbing up?

[Major Tom, a big grey tabby, is meatloafed ona bright quilt, right next to a wood-paneled wall. His eyes are half-closed and he looks very content.] All the humans here have been working our butts off, but the cats are mostly still serene. It turns out that having one cat who actually LIKES moving (that’d

[Loiosh, an orange tabby, is curled up on the couch, face shoved into the grey fabric that covers the back cushion. He is comprehensively asleep.] So we’re actually in the depths of moving! I’m scheduling a couple weeks of cats pictures to tide y’all through. Or at least I’m gonna try to, we’ll see. But