…the cats will play. Both of them have been having a ball while I’ve been at bootcamp for the weekend. Leaping about, pouncing, tugging, hiding – it’s not right, that’s my field. At least they kept themselves to the dangly toy and didn’t interfere with any stuffed animals, which are mine to tear apart. I would be very upset if they set about the remains of Rudolph who arrived my first Christmas. There are only two legs left and they’re MINE!!
Cleo, the dark tabby, has some brown pigmenttion in her left eye, nothing to worry about.