Category: cats

When we first brought this coat rack home, the boys were very young, but we knew from three minutes in that Aeneas was certain this was his tree, and his alone. He does let us use it to put coats & hats on, however. Nice of him, isn’t it?

No, not more cat torture: she likes to drink out of the dripping tap. Despite the mess. She still looks sad, though. Every day she cries to be let out, and pretty much breaks my heart.

Endymion is the great moderator between these Aeneas and Aurora, who tend to greet each other with swats otherwise.

Nobody, but nobody, gets between Endymion and his food.

Endymion is never, ever full, and he’s never met anything edible he wouldn’t eat (including some things he shouldn’t have).

So eat up, folks – and have a very very happy Thanksgiving.

… or breakfast, second breakfast, lunch, supper, elevenses, or just a snack.

She certainly does get her share, and then some. I’m hoping she doesn’t think she has to get to the size of the boys before she stops.

Aeneas, chowing down.

It looks peaceful, but this lasts about 2 minutes at a time. Ah, what a Brooklyn backyard looks like!