Wow, it sure has been a while, hasn’t it? I’ve been keeping busy with all manner of things, many of which I have photographed. But, to be honest, I haven’t felt much like communicating with anyone, in real life or online. On the whole, I’m burned out on humans in general.
That being said, my little big man is the light of my life, not to mention the love of it! So, I figure it’s fitting that my attempt to re-invigorate this blog begins with a post about my cat;
Remy Le Beau
AKA Prince Snugglytoes, Spaz Captain, Cuddlebutt
How we met:
My neighbour took in a pregnant stray, who then had Gambit. I started playing with him when he was about 5 weeks old, and we both soon fell in love. He gradually came to spend more and more time with me, and I formally adopted him when he was about 4 months old. He’s now a little over a year – his birthday is three days after mine!
His hobbies and favourite things:
- Shadowcat (see below); wrestling and cuddling with her
- BELLY RUBS! Cannot emphasise this enough – the standing record is 45 straight minutes of belly rubs before my hand cramped. He was still totally into it; he kneads me as hard as he can, drools, and gets this hilarious look on his face. Unfortunately I don’t have a hand free to take a picture
- Eating flies. Whether he catches them, or I swat them, he looooves crunching them
His bestest friend:
I have a semi-second cat; I have dubbed her Shadowcat, AKA Kitty Pride. Her and Gambit are the BEST FRIENDS EVER. They like to spend all day together, sleep together, and are generally inseparable. Her owners don’t take great care of her, and she was living with me for several months until recently.
She recently got knocked up by a stray, and had her kittens under my bed! She proudly picked one up and dropped it in my lap, showing off. Too cute. At the moment she’s back living with her actual owners while she cares for the kittens, then we’ll see. She’s a cranky, adorable tiny thing, who has a penchant for sleeping on my head while purring like a motorboat.
Gambit misses her sleeping in here; for the first week he was constantly getting up, making me open the door so he could call out for her, as he does whenever she hasn’t come in yet. Poor little man. And she keeps trying to stay in my house, crying and bolting back in when I put her out. Poor little girl.
Every day is a delightful adventure when you share it with a cat (or two)!