I lured WIllow to my office to sleep the other day by making her a nest in the box I keep my paper recycling in. And lining it with my hoodie.
We let the cats climb into bed with us this rainy sunday morning, and after Snuggs, like all little brothers, tormented Willow into hissing at him, they suddenly curled up and started grooming each other.
Finch, yesterday, earnestly showing me the difference between a shrew (insectivorous snout) and a mouse, and why the cats won’t eat the shrews (presumably they taste nasty).
They don’t seem to have figured out to NOT BOTHER CATCHING AND LEAVING THEM IN THE KITCHEN, THOUGH.
Snuggs, in hunting mode, listening fiercely.
Just before he leaped, in a split second.