I had Buddy snoozing in my lap, and Kasya decided she needed to cuddle, too, so she just made herself comfy snuggled up to Buddy. He doesn’t seem to object. 
How sweet!
Goo tried to head-butt Findus at dinner today. Findus wasn’t having it. Goo is going to have to build a new bridge if she wants to be friends all of a sudden.
This is progress, though. They’ll work it out eventually.
And, two steps back. Goo has resumed attacking Findus in Catmom’s room. Now findus runs back to the bedroom whenever Goo is present… even at dinner. We try to bring him out into the living room when Goo is on my bed, and he just wants to go back and hide. Which he does. 
A certain klepto kitten stole my glasses from their spot near the bathtub and carted them out to the living room while I was washing my face and about to start on my hair. I cannot see well enough without them to find them. Fortunately, my husband was available to rescue them from her.
He doesn’t do it every day, but this is how I imagine our new cat Zoomer trying to wake me up.
Mewp? (“Hello?”)
Mmmp-mewp (“Are you awake?”)
Meow (“Please wake up if you are not awake”)
“Meow!” (“Food!”)
And so on…
Findus went missing.
We looked all over the house for him, and he was nowhere to be found. CatMom thought he may have gotten outside, so we both looked in the catio, and she alerted the next-door neighbour.
Goo just found him in CatMom’s room. Good girl. This is the first time I haven’t been mad at her for getting all puffy with him.
Cats are astonishingly good at hiding.
I once had a shy cat disappear entirely while I had visitors. Usually I could find him, but he wasn’t in any of his usual retreats. Finally after considerable hunting I noticed that one of the other cats was staring intently at a narrow dark deep space between a chimney and a large piece of furniture. I got a flashlight and peered into the space. Way back there, two worried eyes reflected back at me.
Even by kitten standards, Kasya’s weird. When I find a piece of clothing that suits me, I tend to buy multiple instances in different colors. I own, among other clothes, four long-sleeve T-shirts that are identical except for color (one’s bright pink, the other three are various blues), and as probably the majority in my culture do, a lot of T-shirts in various colors. In my case, one is bright pink.
Kasya has a habit of biting the pink shirts, while ignoring an otherwise identical shirt (manufacturer, style, age, fabric, etc.) right next to it in a different color. She otherwise doesn’t attack my clothes, although like most cats I’ve known, she thinks bras are great kitty toys.
Maybe you have a mutant cat with excellent color vision?
I’ve read that they do now think that cats have some color vision; but I don’t know how well they’re able to see reds.
And I don’t know whether she’s biting the pink shirts because she likes them, or because she doesn’t like them. Does she sleep on them? Does she try to bury them?
ETA: I wonder whether the pink dye has some scent perceptible to her, though probably not to humans, that the other colors don’t share.
Koritza my orange tabby prefers orange and purple items. Lager does not have a colour preference.
Samantha was a svelte, black cat, a bit on the smaller side, who inhabited the local hardware store for many years. She wasn’t ‘friendly’, but she tolerated the many, many pets she got every day. Sadly, she died a couple/few months ago.
I went to the hardware store about an hour ago (propane for The Missus, and reading glasses for me), and they have two new kittens. Burt is all black. Ernie is a brown tabby with spots. They are very friendly, and were happily playing with balls of wadded-up paper. As I was preparing to leave, they were both chasing a single paper ball and sharing with each other.
Awww.
Current research seems to support cats having color vision more on the blue end of the spectrum, about equivalent to a human with red/green color blindness.
I’ve seen biting while bunny-kicking. She’ll curl up on other clothing and pretty much hold it hostage to get attention while I’m claiming the next item I wish to put on.
I’ve had the shirts in question for several years, and they’re worn frequently enough that they’ve been through the laundry probably a few dozen times each. I’d honestly be quite surprised if even the most sensitive kitty nose could pick up on dye scent by now.
We NEED pictures of them to coo at, you know.
Goo is asleep in the middle of CatMom’s bed. Abbey is asleep on the other side of the couch. So I brought Findus out. He was between me and Abbey for a little bit. The two mutually sniffed. Of course, Abbey growled… even at me. Findus got down, and went to the cat tree ,where he is now. Not asleep, but he’s seemed comfortable for almost an hour. Hoping the status quo is maintained until CatMom gets home.
Alas, didn’t think of it.
I’m sure you’ll be visiting that store again.
Buddy seems to have quite the case of the grumpies lately.
Our current cat is a senior Siamese who developed arthritis in both front legs and has recently started getting monthly Solensia injections to treat it. After I brought her home following her third shot at the end of January, one of her front paws collapsed when I let her out of her carrier. She was walking on the back of her wrist and seemed unable to move the paw forward at all.
We immediately took her back to the vet, where they immediately went into “emergency” mode, with X-rays and multiple vets looking at her. The drug manufacturer even sprang for a neurologist examination in case it was a drug reaction. The final conclusion was that the injection likely nicked a nerve, and it would heal itself without treatment.
She recovered very quickly, with the “backwards” paw ending after a couple of days, although there were signs of weakness in the wrist for about a week longer. She now seems to be back to normal, and much livelier, back to jumping up on things she was hesitant to try before the shots. (We figured she was feeling OK when she showed up in the basement after clearly jumping right over the 3’ barrier we placed to keep her from possible injury on the stairs while she was recovering.)
Whenever I change Findus’s water (usually CatMom does it), I wonder why there’s always a piece or two of kibble in it. CanMom just told me that he scoops up some kibble and puts it in the water, then fishes it out and eats most of it.
I wonder whether he has trouble eating it dry? are his teeth and mouth OK?
Or maybe this is just his Odd Thing For A Cat To Do. Every cat seems to have one; I think it’s a rule.