It's all about the sprawl

Some cats like to sleep curled up in a little ball. Not Isabella -- if she doesn't have a leg hanging off the side or she can't otherwise stretch out, forget it.

Not a toy!

Izzy seems to believe this is a toy that we got just for her. It is not. The confusion may be a result of Nisse arriving on the same day that a gajillion pet toys and adventuring items arrived from an online order I'd placed. But this is not a toy. It's an actual living dog who is, at 6-or-so pounds, smaller than Izzy. We're babysitting little old lady Nisse for the weekend. Isabella is using the occasion to practice stalking, pouncing, swatting from perches, and general intimidation. Nisse pretty much trembles continuously -- whether or not a relatively large cat is slinking up behind her -- and doesn't seem too worried about it. She just wants to know when it will be her Special Day, i.e. the day she gets to go home to her Daddy Will and her Aunt Fernando.

Completely unamused

Isabella really wishes I'd cool it with the photos. Also, she doesn't usually look possessed like this (even though she is definitely possessed).

What could be sweeter?