Well, someone did.
Yes, that means more kitty-pics. Which, I might add, are not easy to acquire. The boys rarely stay still long enough these days.
They have recovered from the trauma of the Vet, and now rampage cheerfully through the house when not demanding attention and head scritches. Thus far staying still for long enough to be cuddled isn’t happening, but curling up on the bed with us is becoming a nightly event.
The purring is nice, although I could do without their tendency to grab the nearest piece of me when their rampages inevitably leave them misjudging a jump somewhere and they grab me to try to avoid the fall. Kitty snuggles and purrs are cute and sweet. Kitty claw-marks, not so much.
Westley is unsure whether he should play with the toy or do something else. In the second pic, I’m not sure if Midnight is trying to get Westley to play with him or just grooming him, but whichever it was, Westley was quite happy to lie there on his back and bliss out.