[ Major Tom, a big grey tabby with a white belly, is laying mostly on his back on a wood floor, head turned to watch a shadow next to him. Most of him is pretty blurry. ] Look, they’re all horrible pics, I KNOW, but he was chasing shadows & it was HILARIOUS.
[ Marisol, a tiny longhaired calico, sits on a narrow ledge above the piano keyboard. She’s looking around, eyes wide, ears and whiskers perked forward. ] What’s this? A very smol Marisol on the piano?
[ A pyramidal, deeply eroded lump of coarse rock sits atop a treestump. Most of it is brown, but there are a few spots near the bottom, and one spot where it’s eroded more, that are white. ] This is a salt lick! Ask me how I’m so sure!
[ A white person wearing hiking gear and a bright orange hat stands atop a boulder, arms outspread, grinning. ] So what with one thing & another me & Morgyn decided to go for a hike Christmas afternoon. True, this isn’t one of my traditional Christmas activities, but sometimes you just gotta.
[ The view to the west: the sun has just set behind the mountains. There’s just a small spot of glow at the horizon, shining through the trees; it’s also reflecting off of the metal roof of the cabin. ] I realized the day before I hadda ship presents off that I had, err, NOT …
[Loiosh is meatloafed on the back of the couch. The sun is behind him, so the back of his head has a partial halo. His left hindleg isn’t tucked up beneath him like the rest but instead droops down. ] The lazy afternoon once the Christmas presents are all open is one of my favourite …
[ The view up a paneled wall from below. There’s a loft, and an orange cat head peeking out, looking to the left. ] There is a loft in the bedroom, & sometimes, this makes things a Little Exciting.
[ A tangle of short electrical cables sits on a white table. The ends of most of them are stripped, revealing bundles of thick copper wires. ] So we’re renting this place for the winter from a guy we call The Dude, cos 1) we can’t remember his name & also 2) he looks like …
[ Sitting on the ledge of an open window in the bathroom is a very small calico cat. The window is hinged at the top and open; she’s mostly hunkered behind the bottom frame around the glass. ] Who’s that tiny cat in the window? It’s Marisol!
[ Loiosh, an orange tabby, is sitting on a bed covered by a nice quilt, looking off to the right. His ears and whiskers are perked forwards. ] But Loiosh is a cat-sized cat! What do I mean by tiny cat? Only this.