Happy Dog

Mojo is happy after his walk. And Ozzy wants to photobomb Mojo/rub against the piano.

Friends again

I didn't realize it until I saw this the other day, but Mojo and Gunnar hadn't been cuddling. Maybe for a month or two? I saw this and thought it was so cute and realized I hadn't seen it in a while. They've always been best buds. But a while back, they were playing and Gunnar clawed Mojo on the snout and really hurt Mojo. And Mojo remembered. Gunnar would try to nuzzle Mojo—who carried a grudge. They finally made up this week and are bros again. It warms my heart.

Ozzy is displeased

Ozzy likes to come cuddle me every night around 10 p.m. He likes to lay on me: on my chest or stomach. And I hope he doesn't knead. I need to invest in thicker clothing—maybe the heavy canvas suits the dog handlers wear because those claws hurt!

Here is is looking rather displeased that I'm taking his picture.

Oz Selfie

Selfie with Oz. He likes to curl up in my lap the same time every night. So I tried to take a picture. He promptly ran off.

Dainty dog

Mojo likes to cross his paws. He's done this since he was a puppy. I don't know if he picked this up from the cat, but he's always done it. He looks pretty dainty.

Helping with laundry

Katie to take a nap in a laundry basket full of jeans. Not sure why. She does like to sleep on clean laundry.

Maybe she just likes to make sure enough  of her fur is on my clothes so I always have her with me. Thanks Katie!

Katie's throne

Katie is queen of the house. Today I found her sleeping on my pillow (my hypoallergenic pillow) like she was royalty. She seemed to be saying: "this surface is soft enough. You may go now, human."

Lazy Day

I was home sick yesterday. The kids thoroughly enjoyed having me home. Here's Mojo being lazy, sleeping in the bed. They congregated around me all day and were pretty cute (if lazy.) 

Mouse for breakfast

Gunnar decided to make his own breakfast today. He was having mouse. 

He dropped his toy mouse into Mojo's empty food bowl. I'm not sure if he was saying he wanted more mouse on the menu, if he thought Mojo should eat the mouse or if he was simply playing "does it fit?" 

At least it's better than in the water bowl, where prized processions often end up. 

King of the Mountain

Ozzy has claimed the top of the tower as his own. Here he is trying to get his eyes to match the paint on the walls.

That or watching birds outside ;)

Avid reader

Ozzy is an avid reader. Here he is reading his latest book on kindle. Such a smart cat.

Or I was reading my kindle in bed, got up, and he stole my spot because it was warm. :) 

Still if Ozzy could read, I think he'd pick books with cats taking over the world. 

Always watching

Gunnar wants you to know that he is always watching. And that he knows what you did. And that he'll pounce on your head if he's feeling really evil.

Love my evil cat.

Helping with the sheets

Whenever I change the sheets, the cats just have to help me.

I try to wait for a time when they're not in the room, but then they just come in the room and jump on the sheets so  I can't take them off the bed.

Here's Gunnar and Ozzy helping me put new sheets on.

Ozzy doesn't want to move for me to put the sheets on. 

Why are you taking our pictures?

Helping smooth out the wrinkles.

Can't find Ozzy. (This is my favorite picture of the bunch.) Ozzy's fluffy tail and Gunnar ominously looking on.

Gunnar all tucked in.

Daddy's girl

Katie has been a daddy's girl since the first day we brought her home. She just adores Matt. She'll cuddle him for hours when he's home. Here she is keeping him company when he fell asleep on the couch.

The nemesis

Do you remember those old episodes of Seinfeld? Jerry had a neighbor called Newman, who was his nemesis. Meet Gunnar's Newman. (You have to say it with the same Seinfeld inflection: "Newman.")

This is a neighbor cat (we think he lives at the townhouse on the end) and Gunnar goes crazy every time this guy is around. He paws furiously at the windows, he wants out. (Possibly because he's jealous of Newman's tail. Newman is a brown tabby like Gunnar but with a tail.)

We don't actually know this cat's name, but even Matt has started calling him Newman.

Mojo chased Newman one day. Newman was rolling in the grass by our house one day. And one morning when I was only half awake I looked at this cat and thought: why is Gunnar outside? Only, he has a tail and really doesn't look like Gunnar.

Let's just hope Gunnar doesn't get out to do whatever he wants to do to Newman.

Helping with the laundry

I was putting some freshly washed towels in the linen closet. I left the door open and this guy decided to make himself at home. He reminded me vaguely of the princess and the pea.