In the Bag

Sebastian discovers my recyclables bag.

Sleepyhead

Note to self: Always have a back-up outfit in case of emergency. Or, in this case, Sebastian.

Right at Home

Sebastian claims the couch in the new house.

Cool Cat

Lounging with Sylvia in the old apartment...

A Handsome Boy!

Toy Crazy

Sebastian is OBSESSED with toys! And with playing fetch. A cat who plays fetch? Who knew?!

It started out innocently enough. A toy--a Looney Loop, I think--somehow ended up near my feet, and I got the wild idea to toss it across the room. Before I knew it, Sebastian--and the toy--were back at my feet. Sebastian in fact dropped it on my shoe, looked up at me with those sweet amber eyes, pawed my leg, and well, I absently picked up the toy and threw it again.

It didn't take long to have me trained, let me tell you.

We play fetch while I'm watching TV. Reading in bed. Sitting on the toilet. Working at the computer. Fixing my dinner. And talking on the phone!

Who needs an alarm clock when you have a toy-crazed cat? One morning while I was trying to get some extra shut-eye, Sebastian jumped up on the bed, climbed up on my chest and dropped a pink Looney Loop within inches of my face. Yep, that woke me up. Pawing, cooing, chirping--he wanted to play. NOW! I got the message and got out of bed. (But first, I threw his toy across the room, and he scrambled after it.)

When Sebastian loses his toys (under the sofa, the stove, the closest door), any old thing will do when he's in the mood to play fetch. He's brought me the cap from a tube a toothpaste, a Q-tip, a hair scrunchie, a flash drive, a used tissue (ewww!), the torn-off corner of a newspaper page, a Buf Puf, a pencil, a pen, a highlighter, an emery board, a sheet of stamps... He's tried to bring me my cell phone and the TV remote, but they were alas too heavy to carry in his mouth. Thank goodness. Wouldn't want to find those under the stove!

One day I'll take some video of Sebastian playing fetch. Here's looking at the next YouTube sensation!

The Buddy System

Sebastian and Sylvia are playing!

Three weeks ago I brought that silly young thing into the house, disturbing 7-year-old Sylvia so much that she strained her voice. Now she's enjoying herself--and enjoying him--and I couldn't be happier. They chase. They race. They sniff and lick. They circle each other like sumo wrestlers, fall on the floor in a heap, rabbit kick, bite and then squeal with delight.

What other mischief will these two get into? I can't wait to find out.