a pensive mood

Secrets of a good afternoon nap

1. Location


2. Location

3. Location


4. ...

5. ...


6. Location!



7. ...and a cute face

Siblings

This muzzle belongs to my sister, Sara. Or is it Sarah? - pffft, fancy schmancy human name...

As the etiquette requires she's now visiting my new domain and will be welcomed here for about a week as she's let her human servant take a few days off. And they says us cats are selfish...

She's OK'ish as company and she has the funkiest positions when it comes to sleeping





but she sometimes forgets she's just a guest and becomes a bit too bossy.

Luckily I always keep an eye on her and make sure I put her in the right place with a paw or a gentle bite. One should never forget their manners, I surely don't!

Introduction

OK, so maybe it is time I introduce myself a bit.

There isn't much to say, since I'm only 2 months and 2 weeks old but I guess some general information didn't hurt anyone.

My name - as you might have guessed already - is Eiríkr.

Eiríkr inn Rauda to be more precise, as a direct reference to the colour of my coat and - my servants hope - my personality.

I am a Norwegian Forest Cat, living in a very warm country. As I said before, my fur is some sort of tabby red - for now, and my eyes a golden greenish something, but again, I'm too young to give out these as certain characteristics. Let's just say I look smashing baby!

I am not of a pure breed but my parents - Rommie (that would make me Eiríkr Rommsen! he he he) and Pisumi look and behave 100% like Norwegian Forest Cats so who cares about standards and breed profiles when you get to meet a marvel of a cat like me?

I'm a 100 % trv, grim and frostbitten tomcat and that should be Norsk skogkatt'ish enough for all the skeptics out there.

Well, I guess that's all for now, so excuse me while I go take a nap. In this heat it's the only sensible thing to do. Really!

Caturday delight

My first day

in my second home.

Greetings! My name is Eiríkr.


Or Eric. Or Hey! Or Meow! Or pleeeease kitty, stop mewing, pleeease!
And this is my blog.

When I'm not meowing I'm playing and when I'm not playing I'm eating and when I'm not eating I'm sleeping (like a little piggy that I am) and totally ignoring the silly humans that crave my attention.

And when I'm doing none of those I'm inspiring my servants to write here. I can't be bothered typing you see ...

Another thing I don't like is having my picture taken.
It could be 'cause I'm shy ..or maybe I'm too fancy to be caught on camera! I'll let you figure out which one is it.

Here, I'll strike a pose just for one photograph...



After some two hours of exploring my new domain


and letting my servants know I can be quite loud when expressing my desires I found a neat little spot between the couch and the dresser and I laid down for a little nap.


One can never have enough of those.