We made BLTs for dinner. Quite yummy. As a result the kitchen smells a bit bacon-y. Later the cats ask for a visit in the master bedroom. I oblige. As I pet Garrus I notice something unusual. His fur does not have its usual clean aroma. (Garrus is a most fastidious cat.) Instead it smells like bacon. So does Charlie’s and Mau’s.
My cats smell like bacon. I wonder if they are aware of this. Now I want another BLT.
The clowder lines up on the bed for adoration.
Over the last couple months Garrus has made huge progress in becoming less wary, engaging more with us, and generally relaxing. He now asks for visits several times a day, purrs and slow-blinks regularly, lets me touch his paws, dances around our legs and feet, and gives tail hugs–and not only to get food! He even talks a little in this soft, vaguely squeaky meow, but he typically only meows when his wet food is being prepared. (I believe Charlie has rubbed off on him.)
Aaron and I found Garrus sprawled on the ottoman yesterday evening. You can see what a long, stretchy, and handsome cat he is. Naturally we had to visit. He seemed to enjoy all the rubs and let both of us pet the delightfully fluffy fur on his belly.
I managed to snap this photo just as Garrus began to yawn. Here he looks like he is roaring!
I know it’s a bit blurry but I laughed when Garrus got up and stuck his face right up against the camera. “Alright Mr. Deville, I’m ready for my closeup…”