Ahhhh, that’s a delicious yawn. Mr. Sunshine had been napping in the sun and just couldn’t stop yawning.
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Oh, my, these go all the way back to Monday. I got on a roll on Instagram with all the sun and beautiful weather.
This morning’s customer was duly impressed by their greeting committee who met them at the door, not just the siblings but also Mimi and Basil were all together here for a bit, and Hamlet was ready for pets too, then they kept our guests company. Bella stayed in the kitchen, and Sienna stayed upstairs, that’s Bella’s habit, and we’ll see if Sienna eases into her greetings. It’s part of socialization for all my fosters, to whatever extent they can. They have the best teachers, and that is not me but this incredible family of housepanthers, and the feline family before them and even farther back who started the tradition.
This will do.
Basil and Mewsette enjoying a sunbath on my drafting table.
Just a beautiful afternoon.
Well, my keyboard ended up on the floor, but these two are happy. Giuseppe was there, Sienna came along and flopped her little self down between him and my keyboard and the grooming began.
Bella is freshening up after a long day of play. “Those little mousie toys in the basement were like REAL.” They were. Thanks, nature, for the free environmental enrichment.
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A Sweet Cuddle in the Basket, 2017
Giuseppe and Bean in a brotherly embrace. I am helpless at their sweetness.
I have no idea how many photos of cats in the yellow basket I have actually taken. Some days I take two dozen and nothing else, and don’t have the time to post them. But trust me, it’s non-stop. I never cease for smiles and inspiration.
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From the Archives: April 23, 2007, Cookie, Kelly and Lucy
You may recognize the photo above from my Animal Sympathy Cards—it’s Cookie giving me a very serious look. It’s funny that all this time I’d thought, especially knowing the rest of this series of photos (there is always a series of photos) that I’d taken this photo out in the back yard, specifically with Cookie on the deck and me in my garden below, but that’s not so—she was right here on the shelf on my desk with the red brick porch pillar behind her and the morning sun on her face. Probably her expression is telling me that I am intolerably dull and we really need to go out into the yard. Sometimes Cookie thought she ran the show.
As I gather all my years of digital photos into one place I’ve been spending probably too much time looking through them, but I’ve been enjoying what I’ve found. I am surprised there are days when I have no photos of cats, and days back in this era when I have no photos at all. Then there are days like this where I have several series of photos of different cats at different times of the day. At this point in 2007, I hated this camera, and I don’t use “hate” loosely—it took way too long to focus to photograph cats well, all the photos were a little too red no matter how I adjusted it, I couldn’t control the contrast and lots of little details in each photo that I won’t go into; I can even look at a few and distinctly remember moments of frustration. Still, I took plenty of photos, and I’m glad I have them.
Below, Kelly enjoys a morning roll on the bed. This was always her habit after breakfast, to sit in the sun at the top of the stairs (there’s one of her there, but it’s badly exposed, darn), then hop over into my bedroom roll around on the bed while talking and bathing herself. I tried to catch her in mid-roll, but here I managed to catch and hold her attention for just a moment so I could see those big green eyes. When Kelly was happy, I was happy, but I know she can’t figure out what I’m laughing at.
And then later in the day, Lucy settled on the bed. This is my favorite photo of the series, just Lucy perfectly curled in all that white on the bed. I remember thinking, though, that even though she was cute, something was wrong. Lucy followed me all over, and when she wasn’t with me she was with one of the other cats, especially Namir, who she adored, but she was never alone. Here she was alone on the bed, and not as responsive to her pets and compliments or invitations to play as usual. I’d talked to my veterinarian a few times about vague symptoms I’d noticed since her spay, and on April 25 she was diagnosed with FIP. But she was still my kitten, and I love to see photos of her.
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We all love my studio window, a big, old, battered metal-framed casement about 4′ x 4′ on the second floor looking out at the spruce, maple and river birch in the front of our house. I call it the “tree house” as we watch the weather and light change and spend time with all the tree-dwellers in the neighborhood above the street. Giuseppe was watching Mr. Cardinal singing his spring song on this particular afternoon and I watched the light and images reflect on his eye and admiring his profile.
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