Cats and Random Things

Who knew man-size Dr Pepper was a thing? Sadly it's not actually man-sized, nor does it come with a man for comparison, but eh.

This is Evie, she is very pleased with herself for knocking her water into her biscuits, aka 'setting up an ambush for pats and affection'.

A six-year-old former breeder recovering from her speying, she's a beautiful and curious girl who loves attention, touring the house in my arms, and ignoring her new brothers.

They think she's scary.

Evie only arrived yesterday, but things are going well. She'll be let loose in my room later today, and probably hide under my bed where it's dark and safe, with a large pink blanket to fuss in.

(After finding her blue blanket in the toilet this morning, I'm guessing it's not her favourite colour...)

This evil-looking schemer is Pericles, who is the biggest, softest, sweetest boy and will roll over for a belly rub so fast you'll swear he was always lying like that. He is the Mighty Hunter and Guard Cat of the house, who keeps us 'safe' by growling at delivery people and cars that pull up on the other side of the road. If it gets closer than the mailbox, though, he's out! Straight under the bed, and back out to resume naps/belly rubs/demands for treats when they're gone. Perry is essentially an oversized floofball without the floof.

(He will also answer to Barbara, as in, 'They're coming to get you, Barbara!').

The book is the first of the Erast Fandorin series by Boris Akunin, and will be my first shot for the Six Shooter Mystery Reading Challenge. Rereading it with fresh eyes will be a pleasure; set in Moscow, 1876, it follows a young (and charmingly vain) detective as he investigates a suicide and instead finds himself unravelling a conspiracy.

Speaking of reading, Goodreads is about to take up a good amount of my time. I joined the other day, and imported my books from Storygraph... dates read didn't transfer, so I'm adding in this year's manually, and cursing that I read so much short fiction.

Last but not least is Alex, my immaculately attired non-gentleman, earnestly wondering why mummy is laughing at him after he threw a hissy fit. Why? See that tiny, triangular hole the two cushions create? He couldn't fit in it.

Alex used to sneak out of the house to take dust baths, so now we keep a tub of dirt in the house for him, and he rolls and digs quite happily.

One day, I'll get a good photo of Evie, but she's livelier than Alex and I end up with a photo of blurry longhair fur and an affectionate cat headbutting my knee into oblivion.

Life is all over the place at the moment but at least the cats are a joy!