It's Picture Time!
It's newsletter time at my computer, which means that I download pictures from my camera, which means I have pictures of kittens and Simba. Buckle your seat belts, folks, here come the Kittens of Chaos!
Here's Ray Ray, back on April 22, taking a widdle nappy-pooh on Simba's "tree".
And here's more of the nap. I just thought he looked awfully cute!
And here's both grandbabies, up at the top of the tree. Ray, obviously, still wants to play. Temperance, just as obviously, doesn't. Clearly she envisions a nap in her immediate future!
Here's more Ray, from May 5, in one of his favorite positions. His rear end is resting comfortably on the sleeping tray. The front two feet, however, are carefully poised for flight or play on the perch in the window. And all his attention is drawn to something-or-other outside that's utterly fascinating. It could be a bird -- you should see the two of them, sitting together watching a bird fly by! Or it might be a dog or a person or two walking a dog. Doesn't matter. It's all just Kitty TV to all the cats. (Except that Angel is very disturbed by water falling from the sky or running down the street or moving at all. To Angel, water sitting still in a bowl is a good drink. Moving water is Kitty Solvent and is to be avoided at all costs. The other cats enjoy watching the rain.)
Here are Temperance and Simba, sitting on the top sleeping tray, keeping an eye on Ray. Ray is somewhere down the hall, doing something that has their attention.
Just for grins, notice how well Temperance's collar goes with my blinds. Someone in this house loves purple. Guess who!
The next day (we're up to May 11 now), Ray (left) and Temperance are again glued to the Kitty TV. There's always something worth watching out there!
Here's Ray. I think maybe something startling must have happened. That's definitely a "What Was That?" look on his little face.
Later that day, Simba and Ray were fighting over the top sleeping tray, which is the most loved sleeping place in a house stuff with wonderful sleeping places. I couldn't catch them with their fists up, unfortunately. It was all batting and putting the ears back, no hissing or spitting or growling or anything serious. Occasional attempts at nips, but nothing that would draw blood, so I just watch them and laugh.
Clearly, something has happened elsewhere in the house, and that's broken up the fight momentarily.
Ray is easily distracted. Like his Daddy, we believe he is ADHD. Also, he's been left in possession of half of the sleeping tray, so why shouldn't he get comfortable? Simba, however, is in charge of the house and needs to know what's going on!
At this point Ray has decided that sleeping is more interesting that whatever that noise was. Simba is still trying to figure out what's going on, but he's beginning to look just a bit irritated.
After this Simba gave up the fight for the top sleeping tray and went to see what sort of unauthorized thing was happening in his house!
And here is that beautiful boy!
And finally, here are the babies (Ray up top, Temperance below) being forced, very much against their will, to be petted and loved by their Daddy. You can tell they just hate that. It cramps their style!