My sister and I went on a short road trip to the same hotel Geoff and I visited last month. You may remember my post about Brook, one of the hotel's resident kitties. I didn't get to hang out with him this time, but I did get some pictures of Alder, Brook's sister. She really took to my sister, and "helped" her with her studying. Isn't she cute?
Scarlett is not very friendly with new people, or even people she hasn't seen in a while, but she was surprisingly calm around my sister. She allowed my sister to scritch her head, and even gave her a few head-butts. For Scarlett, that's pretty good!
As some of you may remember, my sister stayed with me for the summer a couple years ago, and she and Melly became the best of friends. Well, my sister came back for a visit last week and Melly was so excited. Here are some photos of their joyful reunion:
I read somewhere that cats evolved the ability to meow solely to talk to humans; when they communicate with each other, it's mostly nonverbal. Scarlett is quite a chatterbox and has a large vocabulary of trills and mews, which she mostly uses to chastise me for my sub par service of her royal highness. Sometimes, though, I think she tries to communicate with me in Cat. She has a very expressive face.
In the winter, I spend much of my free time knitting. As you can imagine, the cats are utterly entranced by the yarn. Melly also likes the blocking process. To block a scarf, I stretch it out on the ironing board, spray it until it's damp, and pin it down all along the edges. To protect the damp scarf from certain curious felines and their constant shedding, I throw a towel over it. Melly doesn't mind the pin heads that stick up from the board, and just plops herself down on it.
We are having an unseasonably chilly winter here in the Pacific NW, and the cats seem to be on a continual quest for the toastiest spot in the apartment.
Scarlett usually goes for the obvious: camp out in front of the wall heater. Melly, however, has decided to channel her inner rabbit and burrow under blankets, piles of clothes, or reclining humans. She's very determined, and it's pretty funny to watch. Here, she is rummaging in a pile of clean sheets:
And here, she has buried herself under some clean socks.
The hotel where Geoff and I stayed last weekend had two resident cats, Alder and Brook. It was too cold to spend much time outside, so both cats spent much of the weekend hanging out in the lobby. Alder preferred to watch the guests from afar, but Brook was delighted to receive any and all attention offered. He even submitted to being pet by small children, which was pretty impressive.
One afternoon, I curled up on a couch in the hotel lobby to read, and Brook joined me. Here, he is happily chewing on a corner of my sweater:
And here, he is looking adorable. It's hard to tell, but he has one green eye and one blue.
And here, he is offering his floof for petting. Interestingly, neither he nor Alder have tails.
I always miss Scarlett and Melly when I spend time away from them, so it was great to be able to get a little kitty time!