December Dump.

Exactly as the title says. A way overdue photo dump to welcome December! I spent today wrapping all the presents my mother bought that are not addressed to me. I love wrapping presents - it is utterly therapeutic. I wrapped and wrapped until there was no more to wrap! Hopefully that will change soon. I was considering wrapping random household objects, but decided against it as it would be a waste of paper and tape. Recently I have been spending about half an hour in my brother's bed each night, when he's out with his friends. Because Frankie loves Jack's room, and hates mine. He sleeps in Jack's room, is happy in Jack's room. He's only happy in mine when he's eating. 

Some flowers on a tree! A photo from way back when. 

Possums about a metre from Jack's window! Frankie was going nutty, leaping at the window to no avail.

My squee Bee! Look at that soft kitten belly. 

Billie just yesterday. 

And again! I finally worked out how to take non-blurry motion pictures. 

 

Random close-up! 

The Baby Bees. And Franks.

A short post in terms of writing, but with quite a few pictures! The baby photos! It's currently twenty past one in the morning, and I really should have been in bed a while ago, but I was too hooked on Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood to budge. Can you blame me? Earlier, when I was making dinner, Billie was playing with a huntsman! God, they freak me out. I am terrified of large spiders. Anyway, she was batting at it with her paws, and it was rearing! Then it jumped on her face. F***. That freaked me out so much! But she just shook it off and kept playing until I pulled her off it and guided it outside. She's a gentle thing, Billie. She plays, but doesn't hurt. Unlike her brother, master bird catcher. 

Enjoy! Labeled left to right. Forgive the lesser photo quality. I was using a Canon something or other, only 6 megapixels. It was pretty good for its price, really. 

 Woody, Billie, Frankie, Buzz.

Billie. 

Billie's paw. 

Frankie, Billie. 

Billie. 

Billie, Billie! 

Keyboard cat Frankie, the day after I brought him home. I hadn't decided to get a second cat yet. 

Frankie, Billie.

Fish Tangles.

An odd little fact: They know. Every night when I head to the kitchen, open the cupboard, get out their food, they know I'm doing it! Despite me having left them fast asleep on the couch, they're in the kitchen a moment later, winding their way through my legs, crying "Dinner, dinner!" I think cats might have six senses. Those five standard ones, and the fish sense. They then literally race to their bowls. First there, first fed. Or so they think. I always feed Frankie first, because if I didn't he'd just push Billie away from her bowl anyway, in a crazed fish-frenzy.

More photos from Sunday! This time an equal amount Frank to Bee. 

 "Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiird. Yummy yummy bird." Frankie wishes he could fly. Catching birds is his favourite sport, now that he's master of his bell collar.

It took a lot of noise to make her look up from her rolling! Bumble Billie is serious very about her rolling. Have I mentioned she comes in about every half an hour for hugs? Well, before the hugs she rolls on the carpet next to my feet. Every time.

Perhaps I should put her in there (guinea pig cage), one day. When the grass isn't so long she'd get tangled and lost. Curious thing she is, she'd have a wonderful time, as long as I didn't cover her exit. Don't look at me like that, I'm not so cruel!

Hey there, Fatty! What're you doing? ...Lounging? When are you ever not lounging? I was wondering, a few weeks ago, why he's as chubby as he is despite spending all his days outside. Well, it turns out he spends his days under the house, lounging. Snoozing. All those things men are good for.

Partners in crime! Billie caught lounging, too. The trend caught on, and I joined them. I was lying in the grass next to the path they're on when I took this photo.