Ship

Moby took interest in the tree this morning, with the sun streaming in. We picked up a wee bitty ship (sheep) yesterday in the dollar bin, and it found a place on the tree. Moby may well be thinking it's a present for him, although it's larger than most of the toys he likes to bat about, still, you never can tell with cats. He's just never been a destructive cat, aside from a few claw pulls in carpets, a few ribbons eaten, a few small wastepaper baskets turned over, the odd mess in the bathroom with litter, never anything actually damaged. A good roommate, and a comforting friend. Of course, he was about two years old when we found him, and never knew him as a kitten. Those two months in the shelter maybe subdued his personality.

I felt him nosing my face last night. Didn't really wake me up, just enough for me to be aware and think "aw. cute." Purring. When that got him no response, he walked on D, who got up to get him food. He's been ravenous this week. Seems to cycle, one week not eating much, the next - everything in sight. Maybe it's the sunshine.