Well a small cold front came through last night and dropped the daily temperature a good forty degrees. Yep, you read that right–today was about 40 degrees colder than yesterday. Yesterday I was out in the yard doing yard work. Today I was trying to find the energy to put on a movie and march in place to get my steps in.
Walking down the hall today, I noticed that my parents bed was popular with the cats again. Pyewicket was curled up at the top, not quite on my father’s pillow, while my cat decided that she wasn’t warm enough (or the house was a little chilly) and she decided to burrow under the two blankets towards the bottom of the bed on mother’s side. That is where she spent a good three to four hours this afternoon–curled (or stretched) out under the blankets, where it was nice and warm.
Today’s entry into the photography challenge is brought to you by Pancakes. This morning she demanded her time on my lap (and truthfully it was a little chilly this morning so I wasn’t arguing). She usually will cuddle with me in the mornings, unless I have Pye on my lap. I think those two like to see who can get to either my lap or my shoulder first, and then the other tries to out wait the one on either my lap or my shoulder.
This is one of the enjoyable moments in the morning–getting to spend time with my pets (even though I’m sure they all think I’m nuts for being awake before dawn). Its quiet, I have my breakfast & tea, and am able to slowly start waking up and trying to figure out what needs to be done for the day and how I’m going to go about the day.
So I’m finally able to post the photography for yesterday’s photography challenge. Nothing like having the modem decide not to work for most of the afternoon and evening yesterday. I was able to get a few other things accomplished, but wasn’t able to get the photo posted.
This is a rather dark photography of Pancakes sleeping on the recliner in my parent’s room. I was trying to capture the picture where it was also showing Pyewicket on top of the recliner. The cats kept changing their sleeping spots throughout the day–some time on the beds, some time on the chairs, and then spent some time burrowing under the blankets on the bed.
Well today was an off day in so many ways, while I feel like I hardly got anything accomplished–I also know that it is just a single day, and that tomorrow is a new day for me to make sure that I get what I want accomplished.
It seems that it is mainly on the weekends that these two are willing to share the same sleeping space (or at least the same close proximity sleeping space). They both have similar, yet different, personalities with little quirks that again are similar but different. For example–they both like laying on my shoulder–but Pancake prefers it when I’m sitting down, whereas Pyewicket prefers it when I’m moving around in the house (that way she gets a free ride, and a change in the view–things obviously look vastly different when you’re always running around on the floor, and then when you’re riding on someone’s shoulder).
Her laser eye look in the picture though seems to have summed up my day–I want it done with, only because I know that tomorrow is a fresh start and I can do better than what I did today. Though if the temperatures are correct, the no-spend day might not happen until Tuesday. But there are times when I wish I could just say “I’m done with being an adult, and that I’m going to be a cat today instead”, I think it would be nice sleeping most of the day (though it would mess up with the internal clock).
Tonight’s photo is brought to you by Pancakes. She has claimed that I’ve been too busy doing things today (like being at work), and now it is time to pay attention to her. Therefore she has more or less taken over my lap–luckily, the laptop has a long cord and I can place it to the side and still try to get some work done as well tonight.
Pancakes likes to sit on almost anyone’s lap (though my mom doesn’t like her to be sprawled, so tries to regulate her to leaning on one leg only). I can do that, but only if the other leg is bent behind her, therefore giving her the illusion that she has my entire lap to herself. She also likes to make sure that she can see the rest of the room (that way if she wants chase one of the other cats, she has a clear path to them). She is cute at times when she gets on my lap before I can move the laptop, and she slowly starts to stretch out and push the laptop further and further down my lap (or she just lays across my forearms making it difficult for me to be able to type anything).
Do you have any pets that try to limit your time with electronics?
Well it is another start to a full week of work. It has been a strange month–we started with a four day week, had a full week, then another four day week, now have nothing but full weeks until the end of May (unless I use up some leave time to handle a few other things). I decided that this morning I was going to take some photos of the cats, since they were all up and about at the same time this morning.
First up: Waffles,
Waffles is know for getting right up in your face if you are sitting at the dining room table and she wants attention. She isn’t afraid to push her self under your hand, so that in theory you have no choice but to pet her. I was trying to get a picture of her sitting at the table, but every time I took a picture, she shifted slightly. This was one where she basically pushed her face towards the phone.
I think it is a nice selfie for the Russian blue of the house. She acts slightly standoffish a lot of the time, but is actually a loving cat (vocal, but loving).
Second up is Pancakes. She is my actual cuddle bug–she will sit on my lap no matter where I’m at (as long as there aren’t dogs around to grumble at her). She usually spends a good ten minutes or more on my lap in the mornings.
As I’m typing this, she is sprawled in my lap, with her chin resting on my forearm (which makes it difficult at times to work on the computer). I think I interrupted her playing with a hair tie.
And last but not least, its:
Pyewicket, our calico cat. Pye is another one that goes to the beat of her own drummer. She usually won’t jump into a lap to cuddle, but she will demand a shoulder to sit on–preferably when you’re walking, that way she can see the house from a different view. She is now our oldest cat (though she is only about a year and a half older than the other two), and she does try to keep the “young ones” in check–usually bright and early running up and down the hall.
Do you have cats? How many/what kind? Do they run up and down the halls?
Today’s photographs are brought to you by the crazy cat trio of the house: Waffles, Pancakes, and Pyewicket.
It is extremely difficult to get all three cats in the same picture (and when they do cooperate by sleeping on the same bed, the lighting is too poor for picture taking)–I think it may have happened once, and if I can find the picture I’ll post that one as a throwback to when they were all sleeping and ignoring each other.
The top picture features Pancakes (aka Panther, aka Pansy, aka Pan-Pan) and Pyewicket (aka Pye, aka Pye-Pye, aka Pi**-Pot [for her temperament at times). These two were both sleeping on my parents bed, though Pancakes had grabbed Pye’s position. Usually when Pancakes is sleeping on their bed, its curled up under the covers and all you see is a lump. So it was a little unusual to see Pancakes sleeping on top of the covers instead of under them (See Monday’s photography entry).
This beautiful Russian Blue cat is Waffles (aka Awful-Waffles, aka the Blue Blob [for how she hugs the ground and moves when there are thunderstorms]). She was watching the dogs in the kitchen from the edge of the dining room table. I know that there are a lot of people who don’t like animals on the furniture, but we truthfully don’t care unless we’re eating–then they of course aren’t allowed on the table (though Pancakes does try to lay in my lap as I’m eating–bad habit from Boston).
Waffles will jump on the table in the evenings after I’m done feeding the dogs and demand (by head butting) her scritches around the head and back. She will occasionally demand to be picked up and carried around on my shoulder (but that is more of Pye’s habit); whereas Pancakes will wait until I’m sitting (or working on the computer) before she jumps into my lap and makes herself comfortable.
Well it is still winter—not that I mind winter, but I’d like a mild winter (where the temps are in the thirties or forties), not this yo-yo winter it looks like we’re going to be having. I mean we have days where we’re in the fifties or sixties (and it feels nice and cool), then all of a sudden we’re dropped back down into the twenties overnight. Today barely got above freezing, and tomorrow is only suppose to be barely get above twenty for a high. The main reason for my complaint is that I’m getting tired of having to figure out how many layers to dress in the morning, and which layers to wear (sweater and turtleneck; sweater and long sleeve shirt; sweater and short sleeve shirt)–also because I have to many ways of mixing and matching the layers. Though if I believe in the weatherman, this coming Saturday is suppose to be in the sixties before it dives back to the forties.
You can tell when it gets really cold during the day–Pancakes likes to go and burrow under the blankets on my parents’ bed–though I did catch her sticking her one paw and tail out for a few minutes before she pulled them back in under the covers. The other cats and dogs will just curl up just about anywhere and sleep–my cat, if its cold–she is going to be under blankets somewhere if she can’t be curled up on my lap (like she is doing while I’m trying to write this blog post). She has always been a cuddler, and even enjoys getting under the blankets to cuddle as well at night.
Though that is one nice thing about the winter weather–the warm drinks that you can have (hot tea, hot chocolate, hot apple cider), sitting in front of the fire, knitting a new afghan (which I have currently started), oh and warm fuzzy socks.
Today’s post is brought to you by the posing of Pancakes and Pyewicket. I’m thinking that Pancakes wanted in to eat since we place their food bowls in the inner cubby of the tallest part of the cat condo–and Pyewicket was just being bratty by sitting there after she ate staring down at me. It was almost like she was daring me to take their picture. These two (plus our Russian blue–Waffles) are a bit picky in their eating habits. We have two small dishes that are filled with dry food and placed in two different corners of the condo. They will absolutely start harassing me if one of the dishes gets almost empty–doesn’t matter if the other one is totally filled or not. If that orange tinted dish isn’t topped off, they act like we’re starving them to death. So I’m sure that was what Pye was trying to convince me–that the orange dish is almost empty, and therefore no one would be able to eat tonight.
Their other favorite activity is to run up and down the halls as fast as they can, and as often as they can usually in the evenings or the mornings when I’m just getting up and have to make sure that I don’t trip over my cat in the dark hallway.
Does anyone else have an absolute cuddler in their cat? Pancake will crawl onto my lap usually whenever she wants–one sure way to get her on my lap is to be working on my laptop, and then I’ll have to shift her to my shoulder like she is a infant that needs to get burped, then she’ll curl backwards around me to where I’m almost resting my chin on her as she purrs over my shoulder (also makes it really difficult to try to drink a warm mug of decaf tea at night as well).