Clanjamphrie

Our beloved catfriends, on the bed. They both insist on a good cuddle with me, if I am in bed in the morning, when the alarm hasn't chimed, and I'm not off to work. Good thing I have two working hands these days.

Zeppo kept waking Dylan the other night, walking around his head, and he's a difficult cat to shift when he doesn't want to be shifted.

With the sun streaming in, they content themselves with the rumple and each other. Wherever a cat is, is the best place they can imagine to be at that moment. Zeppo is very fast, but oddly not-very-surefooted, given the length of his tail. We always assumed Moby's hesitance with jumping and walking on uncertain surfaces was due to the short tail. Eleanor is a jump first, figure it out after sort of cat. I don't think Zeppo has even tried to get up on the washer/dryer, which she does as a matter of course. So different, such individuality and charm.

We've started doing a morning huddle at work, and everyone just calls it The Cuddle. Very short, just to let people know of current issues. Not a clanjamphrie at all, peaceful really, aside from the autoclaves brouhaha.

Reading up on the Missing Stair theory.

...a person within a social group who many people know is untrustworthy or otherwise has to be "managed", but who they work around by trying to quietly warn others rather than deal with openly.

Definitely a recurring theme in my life.

The pumpkin vine, with nascent pumpkin.