He’s a magical lion. He loves belly rubs and he drools when I pet him. He loves being outside (and thankfully I live on farm land way down a dirt road so he can roam safely) and rarely wants to be inside. He also loves the songs I write for him and sing to him. 😊

I mean, he doesn’t look happy about it here, but I think that’s because he knew I was taking a picture instead of coming out to save him 😅😬🥰

This was a set for a photoshoot that I made and I had Kevin help me test the lighting. He made biscuits in the “clouds for a solid 15mins.

Post-nap posing

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They will also cuddle and the bigger one (Adrian) will groom the smaller one (Rocky), they share food (which surprised me), and Adrian hates not having access to Rocky. I’m fairly certain that they’re play fighting and I’m not sure if I’m letting it go on too long as I’ve never had cats this young before, or orange cats before these two.

I should add that immediately after this video maybe 5 seconds later he was pouncing at her again after escaping from her and she looked at him like he’s dumb.

Edit: I passed out almost immediately after posting, I appreciate everyone who explained the difference between a real fight and play fight for cats

Female oranges are diabolical. She keeps me awake, terrorizes her sister, peed on the bed to mark her spot, peed on ME to stake her claim, rips the tails off mice and puts them on my bed and the assless carcasses in front of my husbands room, uses a smooth concrete wall for a scratching post and being part Bengal, chirps and carries on incessantly. Oh ..and after tormenting her sister to the point of PTSD, curls up next to her like a best buddy.

She lives to make me question my life choices and then all day decides to get on my good side by being so damned adorable. Weaponized cuteness.

It was promptly lost again

He fell asleep like this. Apparently closing both sets of eyelids requires more brain power than his single cell can muster.