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.
Into the wide world, Ray and Nutley have both attempted to go explore. Ray has jumped the gate with ease and run off leading me on a merry chase. I would miss him or his brother if they went missing. Colleen would never forgive me. I tried a harness and a break away collar. No luck, both cats broke free in seconds. Darn! So, a real collar and a tether. It worked except the twins would get entangled and run out of rope. No one was hung. I did not give them that much rope. So, aside from moving the rope anchor around, it’s a system that has assured that the twins will remain on the reservation. My sanity has been restored and is intact for now.
It’s been a good spring. We caught another superbloom. This time it was a field of yellow. It was not advertised so the only one to be there with me was Colleen and the veterinary tech at the vet office. The twins were in for shots.
Ray has been shaking his head. “Can you check his ears?” The vet took a swab. No ear mites. But there is bacteria and yeast. Treatment? Ok. I don’t know what it cost – plausible deniability. I was a surgeon. We wore gloves for surgery. There is bacteria on your skin. That would be a fact. And mold forms on food left in the fridge too long. So let me ask. Do you think there might be bacteria and yeast in a cat’s ear? I feel like a pediatrician who appeases the parent by prescribing an antibiotic for a viral cold. Not me. It was Colleen who asked the question.
My cats are smart. Aren’t they all? They know when we are headed out. In fact, Patch is positively frantic when the suitcase comes out of the closet. I’m told that dogs (maybe cats?) have no sense of time. They sure know when something is about to happen. I whistle and they come to the door in order to go out on the deck. Everyone was gathered. Maybe it was coincidental? I think not. Yes. We miss them when we travel. And they miss us.
Feather is one smart cat. She learned very early how to depress a door handle and spring the door open. Lately the door to our deck has been her project. Unless I lock the door, she is likely to have a go. I forget sometimes. Today I was photographing the cardinals at my bird-feeder. Suddenly the birds took off. I glanced to the deck and saw the reason. Feather was there beneath the feeder hoping to catch a bird. Loose! She was loose! Darn! Make that worse. Three other cats were out as well. And two had made a jailbreak down the stairs to the yard below. Willow, pictured in the photo of the deck, likes to jump to the rail. I have a gate; it was down because of the wind. And, Patch and Ray were on the loose. Ray, at least knows the drill. He trotted up the stairs. Patch was out in the yard. Not good! We got them all back. Can you count to seven? We did it twice. Everyone is safe and sound. I am working on my penance for leaving the door unlocked. And there is no photo to commemorate the action. I was too busy herding cats at that moment.
I saw a poster in the pet shop offering to shoot cat portraits. Ha ha! Animals are not easy to photograph. You cannot talk to them and expect compliance. Cats do as they please. Mine are resigned. It was like that with my kids too. Let dad take his pictures and then maybe he will go away. My cats take no offence with my photos. Elle would run at the sight of a camera when we first met. Now she sits patiently. No harm no foul. I would like to do a portrait for you.
Catnip. I’ve not paid much attention to it. We grew it in the container garden. The cats mostly ignored it. I guess that once you dry it, it becomes potent, kind of like potatoes are nothing till it’s vodka. Gather around, gnaw, paw, and claw. Eat catnip and be merry. It drew them like a moth to a candle. Five anyway, the other two were aloof for reasons unknown. Eventually, everyone did have a go. Cat stupor.