"I have big ears. And big eyes. And big feets. Some call me a goof."
Awww. My widdle Gandalf turned one year old on Friday, May 18th! Hard to believe - it seems like just yesterday that I brought him home. Look at him all fuzzy and small!
Gandalf (in the back) and a litter-mate doing their best impression of a 70's album cover.
Gandalf...he is unique. All my cats are special in their own way, and Gandalf is special in a silly, goofy way. I've never had a cat as curious, affectionate, purr-y and just plain silly as he is! He is the only one of my guys who will let me pick him up and hug and kiss him whenever I want, and he LOVES to sit on my lap while I'm on the computer. Although not as independant as his sister Mae, he also does not shadow me as much as Atticus does. He can be on his own in a quiet corner.
He is incredibly curious, and DOES NOT LEARN HIS LESSON THE FIRST TIME! With one exception - he no longer wants to help me with the box-cleaning. After that uh, episode where he sailed down the stairs in the litter box lid. How many times has he fallen off the bannister, tried to get outside, annoyed Mae once too many times or eaten fluff off the floor?! He's a funny one.
But, most of all, he is loving and affectionate to everyone he meets - including other animals. He will snuggle with Atticus and/or Mae, right after chasing them ragged around the apartment. I cannot go to bed without rubbing his belly.
"Hi. Just taking a breather. Silliness will resume shortly."
Next time around - knitting pictures! Because Amphora has a collar, and the start of her second sleeve. And Carrie, although I've already cut the steeks, I'll show you why you shouldn't be afraid of them!