They're doing building works to my house. Which means the house - including the windows - is covered in thick plastics.
My poor cats... Have nothing but white plastic to look at when sitting in the windowsill.
... They are bored!
Kif is very good at entertaining himself. He runs around the flat in super speed, jumps up and down on all the furniture and screams.
Sometimes this isn't enough. Sometimes he wants me to chase him. If I don't he jumps up on me, aiming for any sensative area on my body to get me interested in a little Hide and Seek.
Tyler, on the other hand, isn't as easy as please.
He might be bribed with a cuddling session, but if I don't carry him around and smother him in love he gets started in scratching the shit out of the wardrobe doors.
If I tell him off he looks very pleased and comes running towards me - purring.
Tylor has learnt a few commands very well: he ALWAYS responds to "vänta" (wait) if I use the verbal command togheter with a handmovement.
"Nu, varsågod" (now, go on) is the command I use after "vänta", which he also responds to like clockwork.
Kif, too, has one command which he obeys like nothing else... Guess which one it is?
"Skinka" (ham) of course.
