Archive for the ‘Megs’ Category
Miss Megs checks out the laundry
Friday is laundry day chez Ham, and Megs seems to approve:
Megs playing Hot Paws
Stella, The Wife’s long-time cat companion, like to lie so that sunlight fell on her feet while the rest of her remained in shadow. We called that “Playing Hot Paws,” and Megs seems also to enjoy the game. (Like most kitty games, the rules, if any, are simple.)
Megs and Molly curled up to sleep
Not together, of course. But tightly curled:
And Megs:
Megs, standing watch
Megs and Molly engage in a fair number of staring contests, and they will occasionally play an active bout of whappity-whap. Mostly, though, each just keeps a watch for the other and, when possible, blocks entrance or egress, as Megs is prepared to do in this photo:
In the photo she’s looking at me, but just prior she was watching out the door, the lonely sentinel guarding the entrance.
Megs, taking the morning sun
Megs likes the morning sun, and will lie in the puddle of sunshine in various ways: sometimes her back gets the sun, sometimes her tummy, sometimes just her paws (which we call “playing hotpaws”).
Here’s another. I should have forced flash to fill shadows, I see.
ARC Weber and Strop Shoppe
A terrific shave today. Strop Shoppe’s Teakwood was the first of her Special Edition soaps that I purchased, and I still love it. With the Plisson Chinese Grey brush, a gift from Paris from The Wife, I got an extremely good lather, and the ARC Weber was, as usual, wonderful. The previously used Astra Keramik Platinum blade did a fine job and now advances to the next shave.
A good splash of Aventus from Creed, and the weekend begins.
Let’s start with a photo of Megs at rest last night. Megs is not actually boss-eyed: if you look closely, you can see that her left eye is reflecting the flash and thus looks to be crossed. It’s not. She does have a touch of Sartre eyes (sounds better than Marty Feldman eyes), but she isn’t boss-eyed.
Megs and Molly (gingerly) share a bed
They seem reassured by the slight barrier… Can BFF be far behind?
Clicking the image enlarges it. Megs seems to be projecting an image of total unconcern while Molly stays watchful and alert. (They do have some history.)
Slow Sunday for Miss Megs
Sundays can be slow days, and Megs struggles to keep her eyes open after some play with her little stuffed fish. Molly is not around (in fact, she was asleep on Megs’s (i.e., my) bed), so Megs is able to relax utterly. Behind her are the DVD and Blu-Ray players.
Happiness through ignorance: Kitty edition
Molly is sprawled out in the sun on my (i.e., Megs’s) bed, luxuriating in having the whole bed to herself. Megs is down near the foot of The Wife’s (Molly’s) bed, where the wrinkled, folded covers make good cave prospects. Each kitty clearly is enjoying getting away with something: using the other kitty’s bed and the other kitty doesn’t know about—repressed giggle…
Simultaneous glee.
Miss Megs is 11 years old today
How time flies. I would say she’s become crotchety and grumpy as she ages, except she was a crotchety and grumpy kitten. Still, she and Molly are getting along well now, and all is good.
Megs in a cave
Following the Frenemies photo from yesterday, Molly finally got down, leaving Megs in bed. The Wife passed by later in the afternoon and found that Megs had burrowed under the covers to make herself a little nest or cave. I went in to take a photo and Megs was completely covered: I had to flip back the edge of the covers or I would have nothing more than a photo of a lump in the bed. As you see, she’s not totally pleased. When I sent back later, the cover was back down and Megs was once again not to be seen.
Frenemies
Megs and Molly cautiously share a bed. Molly’s kitty tree in background.
Kitty progress
Megs and Molly are able to share a warm bed—at least with Megs sound asleep and possibly unaware of Molly’s presence:
