
...to express some affection to Stepan
(whatever happened to the social, easy-going nature of British Shorthairs?)
Do you like cats but for any reason cannot live with one? I'll try to help, a photo at a time...
No! This is human food, not good for you...
"Such a tasty morsel! A shame to go to waste"
"You've got something to tell me, perhaps?"
The bright spot of the laser pointer is calling and Stepan will spring into action! And imagine that people consider British Shorthairs couch potatoes...
Nature has invaded our home! A bit of spruce and he's in another world.
It's a new place to hide... And one to make cat photography (even) more tricky I would add...
"Ho Ho Ho! I'm gonna find out who's naughty or nice"
He becomes 100% alert and tries to catch whatever may be living inside the folds. Of course nothing is there but if there was, he would own it!
Is it the smells? The softness of the material? Perhaps the washing liquid we used? What can possibly bring a mature and usually placid cat to such cat-heaven?
Momentarily he gets into "trance", his body a loaded spring, his claws fully in "seize and keep it" mode! But there is nothing there... I tend to think that he gets excited by the feeling of the wool under his paws.
