Who’s cute? My cats. Cat proud? I guess. Different? Would that be pose or cat? Obtuse? Sometimes.
I ran across the kitten pictures. They were small enough to fit together into a small bathroom sink. Cute! Yes, they were. And they grew up and barely fit singly into that sink. Cute, innocent, curious, they had not yet shown their character but they were sure to become characters. About the best you hope is that they look when you call their names. They do. Cute? You bet! I like them when they are kittens. It’s why I’m forbidden to go to the pet food store. There’s always a hard luck rescue cat appealing to me.
Ordinarily, this image would not make the “cut.” But it is the last image I have of Feather and Spice together before… we went to WV for a visit. Apparently, the door to the terrace was open and all seven cats had a shot at “escape.”
“If you love something, set it free…”
Mike and Jen managed to round up five of the seven cats… no Feather or Spice. Spice showed up on the second round of searching. No Feather. We were five hundred miles from home and on the way back within the hour. We cut a very important visit short to make the dash home. I suspected that Feather would be home. She is the least likely to bolt. There were four others more likely to explore the wide wide world. Happy ending! Feather was home. Hiding. She strolled out after we made a fruitless search. She was good and ready to finally show herself. You can imagine how relieved we were. Is Feather my favorite among the seven? I guess you love all your children alike. But, there’s always a secret favorite.
… I had a better image. A white cat in the white snow, how cute! Think of the possibilities. I did not realize the potential. Oh well, I can dream about lost opportunity. Next time, perhaps I will be more alert. Hey, I almost got it. I learned my lesson. Meanwhile, I’m not sure Patch ever experienced snow. It was a first for us both.
Whenever we travel, we miss leaving our cats behind. Their quirky habits and dependency upon us have endeared them in a way that defies rational explanation. If you have a pet, you know how we feel. There was no viable path for me to bring my Middle East cats home. The internet says it can be done. Nope. It never would have been possible. Rational heads (Colleen and Farid) persuaded me to abandon my fantasy. Cats live many years. Mine were not old. I hope they have survived. Their life is/was harsh. Even now, I think of them and miss them. Look closely. There is an alpha cat. That would be Lulu. She never did accept Cassie in the house.
Banned! Ray and Nutley are delinquent cats who jump the gate and make a break for the great outdoors whenever they see an opportunity. Punishment! They were consigned to the studio and could only longingly peer out through the screen. I like the graphic. They’d rather be on the other side. But, then I wouldn’t eat in peace. Hmmm? Don’t you eat with a camera beside you?
It’s a game. You can see six cats in this pic. I grant that you may only see a part of a cat, like the tail. But sure enough, there are six lurking about waiting for breakfast. Six of seven cats. I’m amused too.
They are little and then they grow up. Cats and cousins. Everyone was trying to see what cats like. I suppose it’s not easy nor recommended to ride a bike and shoot pictures. But, otherwise how would I have a shot?
My cats orbit without touching. They are in the same room – sometimes. Mostly they are never together. Cats don’t romp – generally. So, it was a rare picture indeed, to see them sitting side by side in the curtain at the door. I can stage them. Not really. But sometimes they do surprise me. I’m lucky to have had a camera on hand. They parted moments later.
Yup, seven. The odds of getting them in one photo is near infinitesimal. They disrupt all order so that there are always things out of place. And catproof is akin to childproof. Anything and everything gets knocked out of place. Some rugs have not been straight in our house in forever. Every once in a while, I try to get all seven within a moment of one another. They like to get out on the deck and sun and eat grass. It’s my opportunity. Of course, Ray always daydreams of being elsewhere. The rest are content to stare at me. By now they are used to the presence of a camera in front of my face. I suppose it’s nuts to have seven cats. They are content and we would never part with a single character.