I helped my mommy cook the perfect sour cherry cake!
Nothing comes out as yummy as when I am assisting!
Playing with my red jumping bean!
I chose the freshly changed bed as my playground and I allowed mommy to photograph me having a long and nice playtime.
I love my red jumping bean!
Say o hai to my killing toy, Kickeroo.
It’s pink and big and soft and I can bite it all I want. And it smells sooooo good!
Adventure time!
Today I gained access to the one place where I had never been before. In the display window!
I got to sniff all the things there and to see what it’s like to sit in there.
That wasn’t nice, so I got out fast and hunted the door knob of the thing.
P.S. Please to excuse the poor quality photos, but I was in no mood for modeling.
I got to sit in the window with my mommy and we talked about all the insects who came to say ohai.
I also showed my mommy how well-behaved I am and how I did not run off to the roof when the window was open.
A portrait series that I generously gave to my mommy who happened to catch me at a benevolent time during my morning. I may or may not have been brought around to the idea of posing with some lactose-free milk… but mommy is pleased with these pics. And so am I, but then again, I am always pretty.
I am a cat, I do what I want. Like Loki.
I has a hunting!
at night, tiny flies come to buzz at the orchids on the window sill.
And I am there to catch them and eat them!
The first time the new backpack was opened, I jumped right in!
I tested it by nesting inside it and spending some time seeing if it’s comfy enough for a nap.
Then I crawled out like a snail out of its house. Now the backpack is ready for use.
Ooh what an oddly shaped plant! And it has a smell!
Is this a food?
Mommy note: No it is not. Decorative pot flowers and flower bunches are toxic to cats so if you plan on enjoying many long and healthy years with your cat, keep the flowers away. Lilies are downright poisonous and can kill a cat in a matter of hours after ingestion.
Phalenopsis (the common orchid) is an exception.
I have never understood my mommy’s penchant for photographing me when I am grooming. There is nothing dignified or pretty about me with my tongue out!
Or is there?
