They’re pretty indifferent. Iago likes to jump up by her cage and sniff the glass from time to time though!
He’s calmed down quite a bit, but when we give him the opportunity to come in the shower, it’s like Christmas morning for him.
He’s so weird.
Iago is being the cutest. I’m doing work on my laptop and he came over to me, put his tukus in my lap and stretched his paws up to my shoulder. And he’s just resting his chin on my shoulder and I don’t know how this can be comfortable but it’s adorable so I’m not complaining.
Blaine’s tummy, in the bathtub, in the underwear drawer.
Yes! It doesn’t even make Wills bat an eye, but Iago thinks there’s another kitty on the other side who wants to play!
Our house just entered a brief moment of complete and utter chaos. Blaine’s stage manager gave him a call to go over fittings and things of that nature at the same moment when Willoughby dragged one of carry-on bags to the floor, causing everything to spill out. So I shrieked and went to clean everything up as Blaine shh-ed me and raced into the bedroom for the quiet. He opened the door and Iago came ZOOMING out with a pair of Blaine’s boxers in his mouth, flapping behind him and meanwhile Scout just happily munched on her food.