Our Endymion has a thing for paper bags with those twisty paper handles. He invariably needs to know what’s in the bag and gets his big head & body wrapped up in the handles, leading to him panicking and running with the terrifying bag after him. One year, right after Christmas, the bag he’d stuck his head into had both glass bowl candle holders and wind chimes, which lead to the The Great Wind Chime Incident (about which we do not speak in front of Endymion).
That incident taught him to hate chimes forever, but he apparently learned nothing about sticking his head into paper bags with those twisty handles.
Yes, Aeneas is the one with the heart condition, and he tends to startle easily.
When you come home & you get to see this first thing, life just seems a little less sucky.
Sleeping the sleep of the just, Endymion is the cat we call Big Guns. Look at those big legs. (For those of you who don’t know, “guns” is slang for “muscles.”)
Endymion tends to have one eye that doesn’t open for a few minutes after he wakes up from a nap. It’s been that way since he was a kitten, but I’ve never managed to get a photo of it before.
Our big Endymion trying to find the catnip cigar he got for his birthday. (They turn 9 this year.)
& Here’s Endymion coming out of his favorite corner, between the nightstand, the bedroom window, & the cozy radiator.
My sister made me a lovely blanket for the cold Wisconsin winter – just a small one to curl up with on the couch. The only thing is, Endymion seems to think it’s his.
Aeneas on the coffee table where I frequently grade papers, re read texts, and watch Law & Order. & Eat. In other words, Aeneas as usual near my center of attention.
This is Endymion’s new favorite spot, with the snowy vista of Appleton behind him, me in front of him, and a warm radiator under him.
