The black cat is named Persephone. Percy, for short, and she is small and sweet and dainty and it is a very rare and special occasion when she hops up on your lap, politely crosses her paws, and lays her head down.
But you have to be sure not to make too big a deal of it, or else she might just decide to hop down just as stealthily as she hopped up. She had a little photo shoot with Drew today and this was my favorite. The little kitty is so very dark, that most pictures turn out with her features very difficult to decipher, but this one shows her pretty little blue-black face just perfectly.
Something that is so endearing about Percy: whenever one of us gets home, she trots a few steps in front of us then promptly flops on the ground, rolls over, and exposes her round little tummy for a good scratch.
And yeah, it's hard to say no to her when she does that.
The picture to the right is a glimpse of a nap we had today. It started out with Drew laying down, then I laid down on him, and then Taliesin, our huge orange tabby (Tally, for short), decided it would be a really good idea to climb onto my back and lay down. You can sort of see all three of our heads. Anyway, it was really funny. It also felt really nice when Tally would knead his paws in my back, like a miniature massage, or something.
And I threw in another, clearer shot of Tally, who is so different from Percy, that it is hard to believe they are brother and sister. He is large and clumsily affectionate. As soon as you are still and prone for a moment, he lumbers onto your chest and immediately begins to head butt your face until you pet him.
And it usually doesn't take more than one or two head butts before Drew or I acquiesce.
His purr is as loud as a jackhammer and we wonder if the neighbors debate whether or not we have some construction project going on in our house on a regular basis. He especially seems to love Drew, and snuggles with him quite often. Drew says this is because Tally prefers a larger surface, but I think that Drew is just trying to make me feel better because Tally continually chooses him over me. Honestly, it doesn't make me sad--I think it's really cute and I am glad Tally loves Drew so much; I do too, so I can't really blame him.
Have I mentioned how nice it is to be home? And our two cats just make it that much better.