Sophie the cat, who was once Sophie-the-exclusively-outside-cat before we moved in, is enjoying being a pampered inside cat.

Sophie the cat, who was once Sophie-the-exclusively-outside-cat before we moved in, is enjoying being a pampered inside cat.

Laun•dry gob•lin | ‘lôndrē ‘gäblən | noun
: mischievous creature that manifests on piles or stacks of newly cleaned articles of clothing, attempts to dislodge result in relocation to another laundered surface, relative density of lead, has sharp bits

Today I present to you Mr Tom licking his chops.

I am in the middle of so many projects, with no end in sight for most of them. I may have to start posting about progress rather than completion. And of course this time of year is crazy busy for all aspects of life, so a good dose of cat posts probably won’t be amiss.

Oh my goodness, we have reached a new level of tolerance. Our two cats still don’t care for each other, but the circles of personal space are growing smaller. Enough so that they will both occupy the catio at the same time. The catio is not fancy, but it is a good size with plenty of perches. It has only taken five years for it to hold two female cats.

Believe it or not, this is a happy cat. She has four (four!) layers of fuzzy blanket on the back of her favorite couch spot. I believe she is making herself as heavy as possible to maintain the current condition. She emanates the immovable object. It is hard to do that and look happy.