And now, a cute picture of our cat.
I love it when Lydia curls up in a tight ball, with just one back leg sticking out. I love it when she curls her tail over her paw. And I’m entertained by the image of the cat falling asleep in front of the TV while channel surfing.
And now, a cute picture of my cat.
Catfish has lately taken to sleeping on the dryer on sunny days, where she relaxes in some very entertaining poses. This is one of them. I love the front paw draped over the back legs.
And now, two cute pictures of our cat.
Notable characteristics of these photos:
1. The placement of the paws.
2. The prominence of the black nose dot in the first photo.
3. The way her haunches are spilling out over the sides of the sofa arm.
You can also see the heterochromia (different colored eyes) if you click to enlarge. The funny thing is: When we take photos of Violet and get red-eye, we only get it in the one blue eye. I took it out for this photo, but it’s very strange-looking. Like she’s possessed by the devil, but in a really half-assed way.
And now, three cute pictures of our cat.
This is Catfish, doing yoga on our laundry pile on the dryer. I like these pictures, because she somehow manages to look both relaxed and hostile at the same time. That’s my girl.
And now, two cute pictures of our cat.
Okay, not our cat, technically speaking. Ginger is a feral cat who hangs out in our backyard; our upstairs neighbors feed her and shelter her and keep an eye on her, and for a feral cat she’s become pretty social — she tolerates our presence if we don’t come too close, and she makes for a very pleasant and decorative garden cat. Here she is sitting on our backyard fence, also known as the Great Wall of China.
And now, two cute pictures of our cat.
This is Catfish helping me blog.
And here is a closeup on same. The smug, somewhat hostile look on her face is deceptive. She really is a sweet cat when she wants to be, and very helpful indeed with the blogging.
And now, a cute picture of our cat.
I’d love to think that Lydia is expressing her opinion here about organized religion. But really, I think she’s just expressing her opinion that if there’s a book on the sofa, it should be sat on.
And now, two cute pictures of my cat.
Isn’t she angelic, sitting there in that patch of sunlight? Doesn’t she just look like the sweetest thing?
And here’s a note that our catsitter left when we got back from vacation. Click to enlarge. “Fluids” means subcutaneous fluids, the reason we hired a catsitter in the first place. This is now the third catsitter we’ve had, and the first one who was succesfully able to hydrate the cat. A formidable challenge, indeed. You have no idea how much trouble a seven-pound, 16-year-old cat can be. That’s my girl.
My cousin’s wedding last week was held in a barn, and there was a mother cat living there with four kittens at maximum cuteness age — about six weeks, young enough to be tiny and fluffy still, but old enough to be playing and gamboling about. We took a million pictures, but this is my favorite: Kitten Feeding Time Mosh Pit.
I love the kitten on top, the one lying on the other kittens’ heads. He’s all like, “Yeah, I’m sitting on your head. What’s your point?”
And the hay bale is the perfect touch.
For the total experience, click to enlarge.
And now, four cute pictures of our cat. (Typepad was down on Friday night, which is why this week’s Friday Cat Blog pictures are going up on Saturday.)
Violet is really the beauty of our cat family (as well as being the diva), but she’s very hard to photograph. Our apartment doesn’t get much light, and with the flash she tends to just look like a shapeless black lump. Plus the flash makes her close her eyes, so you can’t see her different colored eyes, which are spectacular.
But Ingrid got this series of her on a sunny day in the brightest room of the house, and I think they turned out amazingly well. Please note the exquisite “tuck and roll” formation in Pictures 1 and 3; the paw over the eyes in Picture 2, and the heterochromia (different colored eyes) visible in Pictures 3 and 4. (You can click on the photos to enlarge and get a better view of the eyes.) Please also note the little black spot on her pink nose, and the way the white patch on her face cuts across her blue eye.
And speaking of which, I have to share with you the song Ingrid wrote about Violet and her one blue eye:
Why don’t you scritch me like you used to do?
Why do you treat me like a worn out shoe?
My fur is still furry and my eye is still blue
So why don’t you scritch me like you used to do?
That is all. Thank you for your time.
