Now that it's getting nice and toasty here in Las Vegas the Catio is littered with Dead Cats.
Or Semi-Dead Cats.
Johnny, in HIS Coke crate. He is devoted to it and woe betide any other denizen that attempts occupancy!
May Ling is very fond of this little round bed even though the stuffing in the bottom cushion is long since disappeared. Go figure.
This is CC'c spot--he sleeps in the top tray of the little tree. He's confident enough to sleep in the open (he's formerly feral and Scouty's brother) and isn't alarmed if I wake him up for pets. He's a real lover boy!
Maui, in his usual position. He resists most attempts to bring order to his fur, and drags "interesting" things indoors via his tummy...once he bought in a packing peanut that blew onto the Catio...silly guy!
Miss Salem. Little Miss Purrsonality. Daddy is her total slave. Her fur is soft and plush, and she also resists grooming. Vociferously.
Cantankerous Mister CrankyPants Felix. I'll tell you a secret; he's really a soppy boy and LOVES attention, just not for very long, and it has to be on his terms.
Sweet, unassuming KonaKitty, enjoying a little fresh nip nap. At 14, she's slowing down a bit but still has her moments of crazyness, and never misses her nightly snuggle in bed.
XX Mommy Trish XX