Good day, readers! I managed to catch Sparky Tabasco in a quiet moment with surrogate papa, Christopher. The above picture is proof that Sparky does have non-shenanigan moments. She has to. How else can she replenish her mischief tanks? *g*
Much of the time, she delights in tormenting Shona, my Boxer, as shown in the below picture. Shona happened to be walking past my desk when Sparky decided to practice her ambush skills. As you can tell by the hilariously startled look on Shona's face, Sparky's ambush was a success!
Sparky has recently discovered the delights of the wastepaper basket under my desk, and it has become her favorite ambush hideout. With just her ears and eyes visible over the rim, she lies in wait for unsuspecting passers-by, then pops up like a jack-in-the-box to administer a series of pats.
Here she is, plotting to ambush Christopher, who's pretending to be asleep.
And here they are playing slap-slap. Even though Christopher is a senior citizen, he has to be the best-natured cat ever.
After a day of ambushes and other high-jinks, Sparky usually finds a place to flake out. In the below picture, she has settled into the vee of my legs on the recliner, front legs hanging down by her sides, and one hind leg sticking straight up in the air. She slept like that until I had to get a drink of water. Never a dull moment around this place!
Do your cats sleep in weird positions? Or weird places? If you have more than one cat, do they sleep together, or with the dog?