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Don’t Play With Your Food

… and, don’t lick your fingers. Confused? Not yet. The cats have behaviors. Odd crazy things they do. It leaves us puzzled. It’s an olive wood cutting board (you don’t see the wood too much; that’s not the story). Today it was Feather and Patch fighting over the board. Each plopped on top of the board and proceeded to lick the board clean of “whatever?”

They awaited turns. Each “loved” that board, then wandered off ignoring it as a silent prop once again. Is it the wood? The olive? I rubbed more oil into the wood….

 

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“Spot”

I’m told that cats have their “spots.” That would be a spot somewhere that they claim for their own and that they will fight off all “comers.” Patch was recently displaced from his beloved basket. He wanders like a “homeless” cat. He never complains. I sympathize. I’ve been a vagabond for the past decade. No more. It’s good to be “home.”

Elle loves the heater. It’s winter. She loves to be warm. It almost looks like she’s warming her paws. Oh yeah! And, the olive board still attracts. You’d have to be their mother to realize it’s Patch first then Willow up on the board. Trust me, mom knows who’s who. I know ‘cause I just took the picture and still remember who was there first.


Pairs

Here’s a technical challenge. You don’t “stage” cats. They simply don’t pose. Ever! They sit. You get what you get. It’s an utter mess (in our house). They sit separately. They have messy backgrounds. They are not both in focus (at the same time). On and on, you get the idea. These are outtakes except that sometimes is superseded by the memory of what was “almost.” There are things Photoshop cannot help. You’d never see nuthin’ if I were to wait for the pic to happen.


3 of 5

My camera sits on the counter. Yup, so does the phone. Each day I try to take a few pictures. Some days there are more than others. The cats are always about. They kind of watch over me. They like to know where I am.

We play a game. Sometimes I chase them into the basement through the cat door. A few minutes later curiosity overcomes fear and they return to check on what I’m doing. They like to hang out and nap when I’m in the office. Other times they are napping in designated spots of their choosing. Each has a rug or a basket that is a favorite spot. I bet you care and needed to know this. Anyway, I got three out of five today. Hey! Did I tell you we keep going to the pet shop for food? We get tempted by the little rescue kitties every time. Thankfully we don’t see rescue dogs.


Curiosity

Got cats? They’re curious. Right?

The result of a recent foray into the antique shops was a cane rocker. They vary in price. This one was $20, the low end, a bargain. It’s small, probably fit for a child. Ah! We had one in mind when we got it. It will be a perfect reading rocker. Of course, once we placed the chair in our home, the cats were immediately curious. Two parked themselves under it. Elle parked over the top. They sat content as the cat that ate the canary. Once satisfied, the cats have ignored the rocker since. There is an understanding. We get stuff. They approve.


Dinner is served

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I am reminded of the twin lions in front of the New York Public library on Fifth Avenue. Disregard the messy table. Every mealtime – without a word – the girls gather on the table to eat with us. The other cats were trained not to climb upon the table. The girls are ten percenters (they claim 10% of everything I eat). They are shameless but not pushy. They patiently await and will even go away if I don’t offer anything. It’s just that swishing tails are distracting when you are trying to eat.


Outdoor Activity

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The cats were never really outdoor cats. So this summer was the great experiment. I let them out on the deck to roam (supervised). Willow is still shy. (He was left outside in the heat one day. Sorry!) Everyone else likes a little outdoor time. Patch eats grass. In a previous incarnation he was a cow. The grass is growing as a weed in one of the containers. He’s fine with that. Everyone else likes the fresh air too.


Badness…mucho

img_5354Pulled the bathroom curtain down

Ate the rose

Unrolled the toilet paper and made confetti

Flipped the pan – ate the pear tart

Lifted the roll top door – chewed the bag – ate the cat treats

Opened the bi-fold doors and ate cat food – food coma

Opened the laundry room door – jail break

Tormented Elle

Climbed on the table when we eat

Climbed on the table and escaped with grilled cheese sandwich

The list goes on and bad behavior will continue. More to follow… With a cute face like this, can you really be mad?


Gothic

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It reminds me of American Gothic. Sorry, it’s not too similar. But…it fits for me. They pose. I shoot. Everyone is happy. These days happy is good.


Equal Billing

I have developed a spontaneous style. I write off the top of my head. Ha! Short attention span. What catches my eye is my subject. And I’m not too good at detail. So to go and find another picture…not me. There are five cats – two sets of twins. Well, they are alike enough to be pretty much identical. And Patch and Willow are hard for me to distinguish unless I’ve got them side by side. Elle is easier. She’s aloof…or shy. Shy! So it is a trick to get her. She runs when she sees my camera. (See the hand) But they deserve equal billing lest someone think that I have favorites… Ha!