I’m visiting family over Christmas break, and part of that is getting to see my cats again. Jack, who was always close by while I was growing up, is getting old and spends most of his time taking it easy now. He’s been sticking close by my side the entire time I’ve been home. Pixel was just a kitten when I visited last Christmas, and is now a one-year-old small and energetic cat.
Jack doesn’t quite understand why I have to get out of bed in the morning. And I thought I sleep in late when left to my own devices. He gives me an annoyed look when I finally get up:
…but oh, all right, he’ll let me get up. He’s going to stay put though:
And before too long:
When he’s not on my bed, he moves to the big leather chair in the living room. We have a history of sitting in this chair together, probably going back to when I was in high school. He waits there patiently for me to join him:
Pixel’s newly discovered sleeping spot is between the layers of a blanket that’s usually on the ottoman of another chair. She doesn’t spend as much time sleeping as Jack does, but the winter sure makes it cold outside!
Usually her face isn’t peeking out. She’s nested inside. Note one of her favorite toys, the ping-pong ball.
Eventually (usually around bedtime) she wakes up and is full of energy, ready to play.
Back into the warm spot:
Jack gets up in the evening, hoping to be fed. And he’s always very good at lying about whether or not he’s already been fed.
This morning, I didn’t have anything important to do, so I slept in pretty late. As usual, Jack stayed when I got up to get ready for the day:
When I returned from the shower, he had moved to a warmer spot:
He typed a pretty long password into my computer while he was there. Fortunately for my data, he didn’t figure out the correct one.
