The other day this picture showed up in one of those photo app notifications from 4 years ago when Rhea was just a kitten. She doesn’t seem that much different until you realize that the object she is under is about 2 inches high.
This was when Gus spent a lot of time hanging out with the kittens, despite his near 17 year age.
…at that time a normal carrier was like a huge room.
And small boxes had plenty of room for two.
Davout posing, looking handsome.
Sherman grabbing for the camera strap.
I had an Amazon delivery today out front so I let the cats out to explore a bit. Not surprisingly, Rhea who is a bit of a pro was bolder, but Sherman had almost as much interest. There were people moving around across the cul-de-sac that the bolder cats watched from behind the little rise there. Davout is less sure about things, but responsibly kept an eye on things.
Earlier they were a bit more ‘slinky’ and low to the ground while they scoped things out.
I finished playing with the wand toy and left it on the sofa and it eventually collected every cat out and about to sit around it.
Keeping an eye on the feather.
For the last few months I have been letting the cats through the door into the garage for exploring. With cooler weather I went further and sometimes open the cat door with the door closed. I think all of them know how to get through it, but I haven’t left it unblocked when I’m not around.
Sunday at bedtime I noticed that Sherman wasn’t around, which is a bit unusual. He isn’t always underfoot, but as I get ready for bed he usually shows up to visit Anna, or watch me take out contacts and the like.
The final nail was that Davout came up to me in bed and was hanging around. He’s been getting more expressive in making his moods known, but doing it at this time and place was new.
Davout takes a little bath.
Grant might have lost a bit of shadow striping on his sides, but still has tail rings. He likely won’t go full golden like the breeders want, but he still is a striking boy.
Sherman and his muddy boots.
Grant isn’t much into cuddling but can be lured close by the camera strap.
Things have puttered around normally here over the last few weeks. I’ve spent less time taking and even less time posting photos, and somewhat more interacting with the kitties.
Davout has started to be bolder about asking for things directly, although sometimes I’m not sure what. I’ve opened up the cat door to the garage a few times and while he isn’t the first to pass through, he does seem to consider himself a gate keeper. He will come and notify me if one of the kittens, usually Sherman, has been out there too long.
He’s also started coming up for pets and scratches on his own, although if I make a sudden move he still darts off.
Sherman has continued his sociable ways and Anna has almost no trouble with him. She was getting very good about not hissing at the other cats for a few weeks there, but then a while back Rhea rushed Anna and they had a loud scrap.
All the young cats have been weighed recently and they seem to be leveling off at the 8 pound range. Most size differences with them are related to fluff volume and body shape. Sherman is decidedly stockier in the body than Rhea and Davout, although he doesn’t have the shorter tail of a Persian.
Davout’s slightly off kilter teeth….
Most of Thomas Fires’ movement is through the hills above Carpinteria now sweeping west. This still could be very dangerous to the beach towns if the Santa Anas blow strongly in the next few days. Santa Barbara isn’t too far off – about 8 miles from Summerland.
Sherman on the prowl for fun with cat toys…
Pretty Rhea Eyes. She decided to sleep at the foot of my chair today for some reason. I had to check whenever I got up.