Archive for the ‘Megs’ Category
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.
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.
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.