Hmmm, I’m not sure what to expect. What would Giuseppe have to say that appeared to be so serious? Food problems? Suddenly it’s too hot? Sienna hangs around him too much? Really, I think he was practicing his inscrutable expression.
Early evening sun shone into the kitchen and highlighted just about everyone’s whiskers. Every time Giuseppe turned his head, his whiskers were alight.
Then he decided on a graceful profile pose.
Somedays it’s all about the whiskers.
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First of all, Mimi doesn’t want you to think this leash stuff is okay. She goes along with it sometimes, but mostly she pouts, and even wants to go back inside. But today, with everything suddenly in bloom—each day more and more—we took a walk around the house. Below is one photo from the side of the house where the tree used to be. I miss my lilacs and rambling rose, but I do love seeing such verdant growth there. It will already bloom all summer long, not to mention the plans I have for certain areas.
Things are blooming all over. Side yard: tulips, lamium/yellow dead nettle, periwinkle, lavender cranesbill geraniums, japanese spirea, and dandelions! No grass, boring stuff. More to come soon.
And right by the basement door…
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A Sweet Cuddle in the Basket
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. Read more, and purchase.
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