Les Miserables Leonardo

Hello everyone, this is your favorite cat Leonardo again! I’m here to discuss an important issue with you.

You may think I have a good life. I know my most recent post was about napping. But let me assure you, solid naps are few and far between. I live in constant fear… constant fear of Joseph and Alyssa.

They are abusive.

So I guess this blog is my cry for help. Please do something about this. I like to think I am a good cat, but they are awful. Yes, I am usually purring the entire time. And I stick around and rub against their legs after being tortured. But that means nothing. It is Stockholm Syndrome! Save me!

Leonardo’s Guide to Napping

Hello, everyone! This is Leonardo here, Alyssa’s cat. My friend Morn convinced me to try my hand in blogging because he often takes over Sara’s blog and adds valuable insights to cat life.

So now I am going to give you a lesson on my favorite activity: napping. I’m appalled at the lack of variety in human sleep cycles. You desperately need to be taught you to do it right. Feel free to take notes.


Find the sun. This is a basic cat rule. Windows are a wonderful thing.


Don’t be afraid of heights. In the example above, I’ve settled down for a nap on the ledge of the wall overlooking my living room on the lower level.  This photo reinforces another rule: any time something looks comfortable, settle down on it immediately.  With practice, you should look like you’re on the brink of sleep within 10 seconds of an object leaving your owner’s hands.


Blend in with your surroundings. Channel your inner wilderness cat for this one. Your predators (i.e. owners) will have a harder time finding you and therefore forcing you to wake up. I’ve found that my white face can be a hinderance, so I try to hide it.


Try to look extra adorable while sleeping. Again, this will lower your chances of being forced awake.


When you need attention, sprawl out in the middle of a frequented walkway. If you look extra pathetic you might get a treat.


Try out everything. You never know what will create the perfect bed.


Things that begin horribly (like being picked up–I hate it!) could actually end up being extremely comfortable. Don’t eliminate anything.  Remember, comfort is a cat’s #1 priority.


Even if a spot is not particularly comfortable, stay there. This is your dignity we’re talking about.


Snuggle up. This is especially wonderful if your snuggling partner is full of catnip.


Never sleep on a hard surface. Find a place where your owners have left soft fabric. Bonus points if you have light fur and nap on dark clothing.


New furniture needs to be tested. You are the chosen one.

Love always (or as long as you’ll pet me),
Leonardo

Lately on Catstagram

I’m sure many of you are familiar with Instagram by now, alternatively known as “Catstagram” because it is sometimes overrun with cat photos. For me it also doubles as “Foodstagram” and “PicturesInMyMirrorstagram.”

You might have noticed my blog has been pretty thin the last few months. To tell you the truth, my camera hasn’t gotten much action. I’m thankful I have Instagram to have fun with photos in a more light-hearted manner. It’s a nice supplement since I haven’t been best buddies with my DSLR lately.

The three box photos were all taken on the same day. He couldn’t decide which box he loved the most (and there was even a another smaller box further complicating his decision). Second-to-last photos are Leonardo on top of the dryer, which he somehow only recently discovered. No idea what took him so long! And the last photo was taken while we were hiding out during a tornado warning.

I promise my next post will be not Leonardo-centric!

The Cat in the Window

Leonardo has always been interested in the world outside our walls, but actually going outdoors is just too overwhelming. So he spends a lot of his time gazing out windows.

This was one of his favorite spots in our apartment in Italy–the big window in the kitchen. It was frequently open to release the kitchen’s heat, so he got to smell all sorts of nature! Plus, he could see into our neighbors’ yards and watch them walk in and out of their houses.

Before buying our house here in Fort Worth, we stayed in a hotel for a few weeks. Our room was right by the front entrance, and I often came home to find him staring right out this window. I’m sure all the hotel occupants knew of him!

Now he has a quite different view out the back window.

Although definitely not friends, they like to play together through the protection of the glass windowpane. They do this multiple times a day, beginning at 6:50 every morning.

I took this photo to show off the wreath I made last year and then noticed Leonardo’s little face in the window. Every time we check the mail, we come back to find Leonardo right there with his mouth moving frantically and his meows muted by the door. I laugh every time.

Joseph got a ladder to put Leonardo on the windowsill above the front door so he could watch the birds outside.

Playing with Cory

We decided to try out letting Cory be a full-time outside dog, and, surprisingly, things are working much better this way! Staying outside, even in the awful heat, is less confusing to him. He no longer barks or whines and overall seems much happier! Kitty Leonardo, of course, is over the moon. Cory entered his life 9 months ago, and they’ve finally started playing with each other through the window! But they won’t get near one another inside.


We let the grass grow in a section of our backyard, and Cory loves it! I can throw treats in the tall grass, and he gets to hunt for them. That’s definitely his favorite game.


He also loves playing with the neighbor dog–a huge Boxer. I don’t think Cory will win any games with him, so I’m thankful for the fence (though I’m sometimes concerned the other dog will actually break it down since he jumps at it with such force).


He didn’t really take to the pool. We only got him in the water by throwing treats in, and he still tried desperately to reach them without having to get wet.

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