Today is a busy one, so I only have time to leave you with a quick post and a visual representation of the sight I saw when I woke up this morning – a horrible creature that used to be a gorgeous, fluffy, black-and-white tuxedo cat, who had managed to magically transform himself into a filthy, dirty, disreputable mess.
Just for comparison purposes, this is what he normally looks like:
Isn’t he angelic? NO, NO, HE IS NOT. Don’t let that sweet sleeping face fool you for a moment.
DEAR Felix – yes, he of the (formerly) fluffy hindquarters – squeezed himself into the small opening under the attic steps and went digging. He hasn’t done that since we first brought the cats home, as we quickly blocked the hole after we discovered that THEY had discovered it… but somehow he figured out how to UNblock it. I have no idea how he got himself to fit, as it’s a very small hole and he’s grown considerably since his early kittenhood… but, persistent cat that he is, he found a way.
Oscar and Grisabella aren’t completely innocent, either. Gris has a dirty bib and paws, and may only really be saved by the fact that she’s mostly dark and therefore the dirt doesn’t show as much. Oscar is fairly grimy as well, but isn’t exhibiting anywhere near the level of filth that Felix managed to acquire on his fluffy self.
All I can say is, it’s a good thing they’re cute.