more random cat pictures (from, like, last year)

[kellan_the_tabby]

[Loiosh, an orange tabby, is almost sitting on my worktable — his butt is a couple inches up. He’s looking up and to the left, ears, whiskers and all his attention focused that way.]

I’m just trying to actually deal with all the pictures I haven’t done anything with over the last, you know, year & some.

There’s a lot of em.

Sometimes when Marisol is being a buttinski & driving her Mumma spare, she gets a free all-expenses-paid trip to the house for the afternoon. Where she causes different problems (usually including eating my plants), but at least gives her Mumma a break.

[Marisol, a tiny longhaired calico, is sprawled at her ease on top of a bunch of stuff on the high shelf in my room. She’s gazing off to the left, majestically. Her whiskers are white, and extraordinarily long, and she’s got a patch of black fur covering most of her chin.]

She is, also, the most adorable. I forgive her everything but the plants. (The plants go on a high shelf, is what.)

[She’s in basically the same spot, but she’s facing the camera now, one eye closed, the other just barely open.]

Me & CJ & Loiosh managed to go to ANOTHER SCA event after Battlemoor, not that we’ve made it to anything since then, on account of everything is NINETY THREE THOUSAND MILES AWAY, but anyway it was fun & Loiosh got the best seat to watch the fighting.

[Loiosh is wearing his bow tie, because he’s fancy. He’s also curled on up a pair of feet, which are wearing a nice pair of medieval-style white leather boots. His leash is almost the same green as the tunic the person is wearing.]

Loiosh continues to enjoy living far enough from anything that he can go outside in reasonable safety, as long as he has a suitable escort.

… he’s not always entirely thrilled about the escort part.

[Loiosh is flopped on a big hunk of cardboard that’s resting on a layer of straw. The legs of a sturdily-built table surround him. He’s glaring at the camera.]

He also, as always, enjoys a nip toy — especially a Falcon’s Mew nip toy.

[He’s meatloafed on the floor of my room, a bright yellow catnip toy held between his forepaws. His head hovers just above it.]

& lastly, Major Tom, who really, REALLY likes the coat with the busted zipper. Which is obviously more comfortable to lay on after he’s dragged it out from under the chair so it covers the hatch that leads to the ladder.

[Major Tom is a big grey tabby. The coat is black fleece. The hatch is cheapass OSB plywood.]

Perhaps next week I’ll have a more coherent post!

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