My girls spend their days being as lazy as I am. Enjoying every shy ray of sun peeking through one of my large windows. Depending on what time it is, the sun chooses the windows carefully. Relaxing on my bed, or on the sofa is what they love to do. Anywhere, as long as I am around. I also set up their not-so-new play house. I bought it when I was still living with my room mate and there was plenty of room to set it up somewhere, but after I moved to another, smaller, apartment, I tucked it away in some dark corner, and I almost forgot about it. A shame really, since the girls love it so much. Due to all the playing it has lost a lot of its former glory; the roof collapsing every now and then, but I still consider it cute. The play house has become a secret hide-away for Poppy's mousies, which is absolutely adorable! Every time I lift the roof a bit and peek, I can see a wide variety of toys, different each time.And all that playing and tumbling can tire a little cat. When mousies become blurry and soft cat paws begin to drag, head begin to drop, a kitty knows it's important to find a soft and quiet place to take a nap. Even though my cats are usually all over the place, throwing toys into the air like a professional tennis player, they are notorious for their amount of naps. One cannot blame them, as they completely take after their mother


At this moment Poppy is chewing on a heavily mutilated mousie. Its complete insides are scattered all over the room, but she still loves it. So, being a good mum, I decided not to take it away from her. I will take a picture of this poor poor mousie soon. (I'm taking a glance at it now, and it seems that Poppy just ripped its head off, or something...) It's extremely cruel, but I think it has already been put out of its misery :P Pitts is just being a sweet girl, sitting on the edge of my bed. They have accustomed wonderfully to their new surroundings. They enjoy it so much more here than at the old place, even though this apartment has no stairs to chase each other on. 
Only had to go to the vet once, because Oliver hurt his hind leg, but that was about it. Eòghann is about to be a father (around next month) and I will be getting babies from that. This is a once in a lifetime thing (as Eòghann is not a breeder rat, but just a pet rat), and I would be stupid to decline the offer. 













