Cat spam!
I've prettymuch been ignoring LJ lately, but I promised cat pictures on Tumblr and there's no reason not to put the post up here, too. There's a whole ton of stuff between when I last posted pictures of the kittens and now, so remind anyone I haven't talked to since then, we did take the third kitten from the litter (formerly known as Magellan) and lost our oldest cat, Adora.
Unlike all my family's previous cats, these guys are inside-only because they're awful at being cats. Since they were hand-raised by us, they seem to believe they're human toddlers and so consistently fail at things all other cats can do (like hunt, cover things in the litterbox, and in Watson's case, not smell terrible) while still being annoyingly smart. They don't particularly want to go outside these days, but they like watching through the screen door.
When I was taking product pictures for Year of the Rabbit, Sherlock (and later Watson) decided to photobomb the Buster Sword. As a result, Sherlock gets to be in the official picture.
My bed is the comfiest thing in the house. Sherlock usually has the monopoly on it, though, and the others won't get up there unless I put them there these days.
Moriarty is really nice for portraits.
Watson has a problem. That problem is Monk's shoes.
Actually, Watson has many problems.
Sherlock and Watson are closer with each other than any other combination of cats in the house. They were raised together with Moriarty coming in later and it shows, even though they're the same litter.
They liked to greet me in the front window until Paul took over the napping spot right behind it:
The other side of that window, blob of Paul included.
Watson's not the brightest, but she sure is cute. Much like her namesake.
For the kittens' birthday in September, I built an enormous cat fortress and even Paul joined in the fun. For the record, Paul is really hard to get pictures of unless he's sleeping, which is why he's vastly underrepresented here.
I never thought I'd be the kind of person to dress up their cats, but I promise it's done for the lulz and not for the Precious-Little-Baby!!1! factor. This was as close as I could find to BBC!Watson's stripey jumper. You'll see more of it as we go.
I feel like this is the single best picture of Moriarty I will ever have.
Stripey jumper and mouse hood! Watson portrays Dr. Dawson from The Great Mouse Detective.
In my defense, this was for Halloween, when it's socially acceptable to put things on your pets.
We keep a plastic bag full of other plastic bags around so we can collect and recycle them, but unfortunately, the kittens love plastic bags, so one day I came home, opened the door, and saw this. Except that Watson looked even more pleased with herself and made the little "brrrp!" noise they do when they're excited.
Moriarty being Moriarty-ish with a skull and a toy knife.
Sherlock decides she is a Halloween decoration based on the evidence presented to her (e.g. the prevalence of black cats in such decor and the presence of a big plastic bag to sit in).
As I said, Sherlock and Watson are very close and are freqently adorable with each other, but it also usually leads to forced grooming, much to the groomee's dismay.
This round cat bed came with Moriarty from her previous house, so it's very definitely hers, but Watson likes it, too. One day, Moriarty just couldn't stand it anymore and I have never seen a cat be quite that passive-aggressive.
Before this picture was taken, that sheet of plastic was laid out nice and flat.
We got our Christmas tree on the 24th, so we decided not to bother decorating it and just left is as a huge cat toy.
Moriarty models the festive collar of shame.
Watson tries to hide her Santa cape in this cube. It doesn't work very well.
Wrapping paper shenanigans!
Sherlock, as Sherlocks are wont to do, immediately staked out the gaudiest piece of paper defended it the whole night. It was her dragon hoard and no one else was allowed to sit in it.
But Moriarty got her evil revenge the next day.
Watson thinks Paul is the coolest thing ever and always tries to hang around him and be like him.
Sherlock is judging you.
As you can see, my house is kind of wacky.
Unlike all my family's previous cats, these guys are inside-only because they're awful at being cats. Since they were hand-raised by us, they seem to believe they're human toddlers and so consistently fail at things all other cats can do (like hunt, cover things in the litterbox, and in Watson's case, not smell terrible) while still being annoyingly smart. They don't particularly want to go outside these days, but they like watching through the screen door.
When I was taking product pictures for Year of the Rabbit, Sherlock (and later Watson) decided to photobomb the Buster Sword. As a result, Sherlock gets to be in the official picture.
My bed is the comfiest thing in the house. Sherlock usually has the monopoly on it, though, and the others won't get up there unless I put them there these days.
Moriarty is really nice for portraits.
Watson has a problem. That problem is Monk's shoes.
Actually, Watson has many problems.
Sherlock and Watson are closer with each other than any other combination of cats in the house. They were raised together with Moriarty coming in later and it shows, even though they're the same litter.
They liked to greet me in the front window until Paul took over the napping spot right behind it:
The other side of that window, blob of Paul included.
Watson's not the brightest, but she sure is cute. Much like her namesake.
For the kittens' birthday in September, I built an enormous cat fortress and even Paul joined in the fun. For the record, Paul is really hard to get pictures of unless he's sleeping, which is why he's vastly underrepresented here.
I never thought I'd be the kind of person to dress up their cats, but I promise it's done for the lulz and not for the Precious-Little-Baby!!1! factor. This was as close as I could find to BBC!Watson's stripey jumper. You'll see more of it as we go.
I feel like this is the single best picture of Moriarty I will ever have.
Stripey jumper and mouse hood! Watson portrays Dr. Dawson from The Great Mouse Detective.
In my defense, this was for Halloween, when it's socially acceptable to put things on your pets.
We keep a plastic bag full of other plastic bags around so we can collect and recycle them, but unfortunately, the kittens love plastic bags, so one day I came home, opened the door, and saw this. Except that Watson looked even more pleased with herself and made the little "brrrp!" noise they do when they're excited.
Moriarty being Moriarty-ish with a skull and a toy knife.
Sherlock decides she is a Halloween decoration based on the evidence presented to her (e.g. the prevalence of black cats in such decor and the presence of a big plastic bag to sit in).
As I said, Sherlock and Watson are very close and are freqently adorable with each other, but it also usually leads to forced grooming, much to the groomee's dismay.
This round cat bed came with Moriarty from her previous house, so it's very definitely hers, but Watson likes it, too. One day, Moriarty just couldn't stand it anymore and I have never seen a cat be quite that passive-aggressive.
Before this picture was taken, that sheet of plastic was laid out nice and flat.
We got our Christmas tree on the 24th, so we decided not to bother decorating it and just left is as a huge cat toy.
Moriarty models the festive collar of shame.
Watson tries to hide her Santa cape in this cube. It doesn't work very well.
Wrapping paper shenanigans!
Sherlock, as Sherlocks are wont to do, immediately staked out the gaudiest piece of paper defended it the whole night. It was her dragon hoard and no one else was allowed to sit in it.
But Moriarty got her evil revenge the next day.
Watson thinks Paul is the coolest thing ever and always tries to hang around him and be like him.
Sherlock is judging you.
As you can see, my house is kind of wacky.