Anna was bold with Sherman in the room until he decided to leap up and claw at her tail tip that she had dangled over the sofa back,
Rhea has her own issues with Grant. He likes to rub up to her when food is being made and she has to brush him aside. She isn’t as rough as she was before.
Things have been going on as usual. The boys are pretty regular visitors to Anna. She doesn’t seem to mind Sherman, gets a bit twitchy when all three are there. Rhea has been nice and backing off for the most part. Sometimes when the door is open for a while she comes to get a taste of the spilled dry food of Anna’s by the door, but isn’t as intense about stalking her.
Pretty little Rhea.
With the weather a bit warm now Rhea has been stretching out longer and longer.
Grant is the golden boy.
Davout is the calm watcher and tends not to be as forward about getting his pictures. Tonight I got him excited about the wand toy and as he does, he celebrated by jumping down and working the scratching post while watching the toy.
Note the whiskers at full spread.
It didn’t start out so nice for Rhea, who got some poo stuck on her fur and needed an early morning bath.
The day was warm but not hot, so she was able to dry off in peace and comfort.
Anna was happy to see me, and pretty content to have the boys come and visit.
I’ve been trying to let the boys get closer without a scrap. The other day I put Sherman on that windowsill behind Anna on the far right and she didn’t seem to mind.
Sherman and Davout stopped off to nibble on the dry food Anna pushes out of her dish onto the tray the bowl sits on.
Rhea tucked herself into her cat bed…
She was a little bit disturbed by the lens focusing.
The other feather toy is lost somewhere, so I had to pull out this feathery puff version. Grant was into it at once.
Davout was interested and got his turn until the youngsters got too wild.
Today was a strange day of wrestling cats. Rhea and Grant, Grant and Sherman, Davout and Sherman. Less chasing and dashing and more pouncing and body slamming.
Anna stayed out of this of course.
The kitties were playing with the leather cords of my hat.
Love the concerned look.
Grant came creeping up on the situation…