Figaro was a very good hunter, but he didn't bring much of is loot home. He killed to eat, not to bring gifts to his humans. And he would eat whatever his big brothers brought home as well!

The king of relaxation! Sylvester had it down to an art.

Their first ever taste of snow. NOT acceptable. Not at all.

It was very very hard to go skiing with Ringo. He was super enthusiastic, but it was all about trying to murder the tips of the skis, making it very hard to move!

Ribbon. The best thing EVER!

Such a tiny, lovable little creature Oliver was. And then... well... not so lovable ;P

This is why we can't have nice things. Especially not plants.

Some cats looks better in the "wild" than others! Figaro didn't think the wild was for him though, he hardly ever left the garden. Had to be within earshot of the fridge door! 

 A couple of sprays from the liquid catnip bottle, and suddenly it's playtime!

Tough as they might have been, my cats have never been big fans of snow. None of them. Outdoors and on the prowl all spring, summer and autumn, but walking in the white stuff? Nope. Not on a leash, not on their own. The year these photos were taken the snow came very early, and they were glad to be indoor cats.