Weekend Selfie Zeke

Zeke
Weekend Selfie Zeke

Zeke
Wordless Wednesday (or I think my head broke off) is Zeke again lying on the stairs.

Zeke on the stairs
(Something new: No “Likes” today! “No LIke” Wednesday?! We’ll see how it flies.)
Wordless Wednesday with Zeke and Marigold

Zeke and Marigold
The weekend selfie is Zeke and Marigold. Marigold does not play with the boys but she cohabits without fighting with them. Miss Opie is a little more touchy about Marigold. Must be a female thing.

Zeke Marigold
This post is about the two pals.
When I got Zeke, he had two big male pals to play with. One was Verty a big tabbly like Scooby. The other was Peep who was a big Maine Coon. In 2010 Verty died, and then in 2013 Peep died, so Zeke had no males to play with until October of 2015, when I adopted Scooby. I believed a big tabby cat would be right as a playmate for Zeke. I prefered to remain at a 3 cat household, but Zeke needed someone to play with, and the two girls were not interested, so Scooby came home. They prefer each others company, as is shown today in a few photographs.

Checking out the street

Kung fu fighting!

Me and my shadow

A nip nana rest

Bite my ear! I don’t mind!

I’ve grown accustomed to your face

Chillaxing together in the catio

Tuckered out
Once again Monday morning. Even though none of us go to work, there is definitely a difference in the mood between Sunday and Monday. I don’t know why that is. Perhaps we are suffering from visits by the “Ghost of Mondays Past” while we were sleeping Sunday night! Even we cats feel a change in the air on Mondays. It seems we must all get up early and get going doing something! What that something is is not always clear. Zeke has decided that attending to his paw at first light is a prudent activity to begin the day, and then a bit of reading to improve his mind. Need to lick the paw to turn the pages easily. If I had any, I think I would attend to my paws as well. For me, Greg, it is the same old story–black coffee, traffic and weather, and then see what unfolds. . . . How about you?

Zeke