The cats are a constant source of amusement and picture opportunities.
Marlowe plays with The May Queen's Barbie stuff more than she does. He was batting a Barbie stethoscope all around: hopping in the air, snarling at it. As soon as I grabbed the camera he laid down and relatively calmly began playing with this purple crown. I hope to some day get a more humorous action shot.
Shakespeare tolerates this humiliation fairly well. He's a prince of cat.
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I love that second photo. It cracks me up. The flailing paws, and the eyes especially.
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