Changing up our color palette with our gray son, Grayson, looking up at the great sun.
I want to again point out: had we expected Grayson would stay after randomly showing up, we would’ve put more thought into naming him. #Caturday#CatsOfSumocat#Cats#CatsOfMastodon
Our feral friend Harley has endured worse winters before he got comfortable sleeping indoors with us. He thought he could still tough it out until he was reminded snow is cold. #Caturday#CatsOfSumocat#Cats#CatsOfMastodon
Holiday season rolls around, and I forget what day it is. Anyway, after Homer’s habit of sitting in my seat grew to him wanting to take it from me, I set up a cat bed next to my seat and got him used to sitting there. It’s been working out so far. #Caturday#CatsOfSumocat#Cats#CatsOfMastodon
When my boy Homer is in a mood, which is not uncommon, he needs a bit of cajoling to keep eating his food. My go-to trick is to hold his dish to my mouth, make nom-nom sounds, and pretend to eat his food. 60% of the time, it works every time. #Caturday#CatsOfSumocat#Cats#CatsOfMastodon#ThatDoesntMakeSense
We have a couple of wide, shallow round planters on the deck. They never do well bc squirrels dig them up and also bc Harley likes to curl up in them, which he still does even when they’re empty. #Caturday#CatsOfSumocat#Cats#CatsOfMastodon