This is our small perch, in Misha's room. I'm hanging over the edge, staring at a feathertoy that Julian (Feeyawnsay) is wiggling around, so Misha can get a cute photo of me.


Here I am lounging on top of our small perch. I like sitting on it as much as possible, except when I'm going nuts over a white furmowsie. Though, now that it's winter, I prefer sleeping on Misha's bed, because it's warm!

Posing (a bit unwillingly) on Misha's hope chest. This is Gypsy's favorite spot to rest, normally (in the middle of the sun, there).


There's Gypsy (on the hope chest) and me (staring at one of my white furmowsies). Notice the blue can of Pounce on the windowsill. Gypsy does not like having me so close, and, although you can't really tell (unless you know how Gypsy is), she's glaring, with her ears laid back. Also I think she was doing a whiny-growl that's supposed to intimidate me.


Oops! Somehow my white furmowsie ran away underneath Misha's hope chest (with all the other white furmowsies, and several other things, including pens). Here I am trying in vain to rescue my poor white furmowsie from an uncertain fate.