sink

only Amber will drink out of the faucet stream properly. Molly and Screech aren't brave enough. although, Molly will lie in the sink blocking the drain with her body until it's about half-full...

napping

Elliot's eyes drive me nuts. that cat has more allergies than any indoor animal should.

moonrise

I don't think I've ever been attacked by so many mosquitoes as I was while trying to photograph this moon rising. I wanted to get the whole thing, but not as much as I wanted to avoid dying a slow death from bug-inflicted blood loss.

lunch

when Thomas and I eat food together, it often involves star trek. you could say I'm kind of in love with it. that would be a pretty big understatement, though. also: the kittens are getting huge. how do they grow so fast?

elliot licks a kitten

meet Molly. as you can tell, Elliot is completely taken with her. he stalks her around the apartment, licking her whenever she stops moving for more than an instant, and rolling around with her as if she wasn't 1/4 his size. the other cats range from indifference to loathing when it comes to Molly, but Elliot appears convinced that she is his long-lost daughter.

last day of august

their favorite toy happens to be a small plastic ring from a milk carton. one man's trash...

window sill

meet Pinky - the possum chew toy. he's been with us a long time, so he's lost much of his luster, but he still manages to get Klaus in a fighting mood. actually, Klaus is lazy enough that sometimes he requires a Pinky right to the face to get him going.

fur

his fur is soooo soft. it kills me.

evening routine

just a quiet evening at home. sometimes I even manage to get Klaus to leave his chair, too.

in other news, Caska is getting... well, chubby. too much food and too little playing will do that to you. Thomas's nickname for her is The Princess, but I guess now we'll have to change it to Fat Princess. (not really. we'll have her looking ship shape again within a month. we're hardcore like that.)

slow down dude

sometimes I wonder if hyper is contagious. as I approached Screech here on the cat furniture, I'm pretty sure I started feeling an urge to run around and grab stuff while flipping my tail vigorously.