Udo likes to keep an eye on us while we cook, both because he loves us and because we might drop food. He’s found the best vantage point.
Stanley lives to lay regally on bags of all shapes, sizes, and textures. He goes through phases with each bag and then retires to a new type.
A certain little tuxedo cat decided he likes to run out the patio door at every opportunity. He hops daintily away and makes us chase him.
Udo dislikes the vacuum cleaner and steam mop, but he loves having clean floors. He follows me at a distance and then poses in the pristine.
Oscar loves our kitchen door rug. I believe he would claim it regardless of where it is, but he super loves it being in the big sun patch.
A vibrant flock of finches lives in our neighborhood, along with sparrows, titmice, and hummingbirds. Stanley appreciates the bountiful view.
A master of adding insult to injury, Nutterbutter stole my chair while I was writing a post about him. He had zero intention of returning it.
“We would like one cheese, please.” They were watching Brian cook breakfast and waiting for their rightful tribute: cheese. I complied.
Oscar created a sleep-snug routine as a kitten and he has stuck to it ever since. He loves to try and prevent us from getting out of bed.
Nutterbutter thinks all my chairs are his, so he gets annoyed when I beat him to a seat. This is his grumpy face for me stealing my own chair.