play with my cats every day

Really, I do.

They never ALL eat at the same time.

Kinda creeped me out a little.

Things have been so busy recently, there has only been minimal play. And with the move coming up, you can just tell that there is some cat anxiety building, with the moving of furniture, the boxes, and they are also probably picking up on my anxiety.

But they still have many moments of sleepin’, which I wish they would let me have sometime…little fuzzy cute adorable bastards.

Did I interrupt something?

Since I started volunteering with the shelter kitties, I really want to make sure mine feel loved, even though I might be carrying other kitty smell…

The other day, I took the basket where we collect stray toys and unleased such a play-fury on them, complete with many tossings of mice, balls, and a massive round of laser-pointer.

I have a feeling this level of play may continue for the forseeable future.

Ok, so we’re not playing in this picture, but c’mon, are you going to argue?

This is our big girl, Rose Marie, who we often call Chunker. Once I thought that maybe she got fat because she didn’t have a hero’s name like Beowulf or Gilgamesh so I tried calling her Thor for a while. It didn’t seem to help.

Though she is the heaviest of the group, she is plenty active, no worries. She will be the first to truck over at the sounds of play, and will wear herself out to the point of panting if you get the laser pointer out.

She is the cutest, hairiest, the heaviest.

Took many pictures of Gilgamesh this morning before all the rest got interested in what interesting motions the ribbon was making.

It’s terribly difficult to get good kitty ‘action shots’ while you are the one playing with them, similar to how it’s difficult to play with all four at the same time.

Playing with the cats every day isn’t really the issue.

It’s playing with every cat, every day, that’s a little rough. We have four.

But for a while now, Beowulf’s pattern is to climb the cat tower by the bed when ever I come out of the shower and he get’s all fiesty and playful for that little moment in the morning while I’m trying to dress. The rest of the day he is distant and skittish. He’s an odd one.

This morning I grabbed the camera to play witness to the heavy-purring, claw-and-bite-fest.