Nessa Rose is coming out of her shell. Or at least, out of her room. Since I put the litter box into the pantry (I like to keep my food and my cat poop in close proximity) she has rarely left her room. She hasn't even been coming out to play on the catnip covered shelving. Granted, this is a large "pantry". She has her own extra bedroom to sleep, play and pee in.
Lately she's been quite vocal and active though. You can see above, she was trying to scratch her face on Jake's incisers. What a gutsy gal.
The bad news is ... I think she's lonely because we haven't seen Shell Quadling, her brother, since Jake and I left to go skydiving. He's either off painting the town red (not that he'd know, blind as he is) or he's dog food. Or hawk food. Or maybe tire food. Hopefully he's not food.
Maybe he went skydiving too and I didn't notice. So far my plummet adventure cost me my hat, two dog bowls, and a cat. Still worth it, but it's getting more expensive. I like that Nessa is more active, but it'll be sad if it's because she's lonely and he's ... flat.
Jake was signing this morning. This one means "Leave me alone, I'm still sleeping. By leave me alone, I mean, get off of me, and stop taking pictures, I'm still sleeping. I'M STILL SLEEPING!! GO AWAY!!" He's such a love.
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