Zoë Blending in with the Furniture

Zoë here -
People have always commented on how my brother and I blend in with hardwood floors. Well, I've found another place where I'm camouflaged. Well, okay, not really, but I like to think that no one can see me when I sit on the bookcase.

Adjusting to the New Chairs

Applejack here -
I'm having a hard time adjusting to these new chairs Mom got. The old ones were folding chairs and so I could stick my head out the back when I was lying on them. These, well.... aren't quite so comfortable, as you can see.

New Collars for (almost) Everyone!

Applejack here -
Mom bought new collars for me, Zoë, and Tucker today. I've had the same one since I was adopted and needed a new one, Zoë's had gotten stiff over time, and Tucker's had just broken.

I was used to having a plain blue collar, but now I have a fun blue one with reflective paw prints on it. Tucker used to have a red one with reflective fish on his, but they didn't have that style at the store so Mom got him a red one with reflective paws on it. We match. In a non-lame, cool guy way, not in a girly way.

Zoë used to have a plastic one (because she kept chewing on the regular fabric ones and destroying them quickly) with flowers on it and now she has an orange fabric one with little white daisies on it. She's feeling very proud, but Mom had to adjust it after Zoë started chewing on it and we were worried the cycle was starting all over again. But it's okay now.

Tucker's Army Crawl

Zoë here -
Mom was having chicken strips for dinner and they smelled so good that Tucker decided he wanted some.
So he jumped up on the chair and onto the edge of the table. He then laid down and pretended he wasn't interested in the chicken.
Then he started doing something that he considered brilliant.... he started to army crawl, very slowly, toward the plate. Then, as he got closer, he slowly stretched out his arm so he could try to snag a piece of chicken. Mom caught him, of course. Like she wasn't going to see him doing it? Give me a break. Not only did she see him do it, she got it on film.

Tuckmaster The Tubmaster

Tucker is so weird. He's obsessed with licking down the sides of the tub after someone takes a shower. Since he's been here, there have even been times when our Mom is in the shower and he starts crying loudly, telling her to hurry up and get out so he can lick the tub.


The strange thing he has started doing is jumping into the tub at odd hours of the day, to lie in wait of the next shower. He just lies down in the dry tub and hangs out there. It has freaked Mom out a few times, to all of a sudden hear a noise coming from inside the tub. Or the time she went to take a shower and he was in there waiting for her. Boy, did she yelp!

Assume the Position

Applejack here -
You know it's summer when we start doing our "cool down" poses again.

I like doing the "dead bug" pose (aka "The Gregor") while Zoë shows off her "frog" and "torpedo".

The Magic of Feliway

Zoë here -
Mom invested in some Feliway and she tried it out for the first time today. And what a difference bottled artificial feline facial pheromones make! Tucker and Caroline have gone from being freaked out to feeling quite at home.

Exhibit A: Carolina sleeping on the couch and not cowering atop the fridge.

Exhibit B: Tucker lounging on top of the bed and not cowering under it.
I guess that it's a good thing that they're not as freaked out anymore, but I hope this doesn't mean they're going to think they own the place now.

Contagious Anxiety

Applejack here -
I totally get how mobs of people start acting irrationally once they get a crazy idea in their head.
Here's how our feline version went down...
Mom decided to open the sliding door to the porch this morning because it's a cool, post-rain, 67 degrees outside and we all could use some fresh air.
I walked over to sit in front of the screen door. Carolina followed, very curious. Tucker came next, with some trepidation, but still curious. Then came Zoë, who found the area crowded, but tried to get close to the door just the same.
Then it happened. A bird chirped very loudly from the tree next to the porch. Tucker started growling at the bird (don't ask me why... hasn't he ever heard a bird before?), which caused Zoë to start growling, which made Carolina start growling, which started to freak me out. Our eyes all got big and as soon as Tucker made a move, we all jumped and ran to different parts of the room, Carolina to the top of the refrigerator.
All over some silly bird chirp.
Sheesh.