The older girls continue their trend of hiding for the better part of the day. They come out to eat (at which point they're fearless) and to use the litter box (or, to my immense frustration, not). The young 'uns, though, have struck an uneasy truce. Handsome Tom has no problem with Esme bouncing up, whapping him about his head, exclaiming, "mmrrrv!" and bouncing away. Esme, in turn, is pretty cool with Tom existing in her space save for those moments when he really really REALLY wants to sniff her bum, or when he pins her down. Or when he wants to snuggle up with me and she's already in prime snuggling position.
The rest of the time, though, they're pretty chill.
HT hung out in our bay window this morning. He's a mercurial kitty. One moment, he's crazy-faced boy...
... the next, he's stately and poised.
Then he turns on the smooove and give you those big green eyes. How do you not want to plant a smooch on top of that head? In related news: that nose. CUTE!
Then there's this creature. She settled down in a patch of sun on one of the ledges in my office/enclosed deck. (please disregard the poor state of the window trim. it wants a good cleaning, I know).
If you thought Tom was smoochable, check out this girl.
I know I'm not supposed to play favourites, so I would never say that this little girl is the most charming and adorable creature I've ever known.
Not out loud, anyway. Wouldn't be fair to this guy.
Tomorrow: flowers from outer space!
Or very like.