My Cat Photos

Ree Drummond AKA The Pioneer Woman is having another photo contest, this time for cat portraits. Bush Babe posted a couple and wondered if anyone else did too. Here are a few I sent in.

This is Kenzie, the little cat who showed up under our cottage porch during a thunderstorm last summer. She was a delight from the moment we met, but with two cats and a dog at home (to say nothing of my husband's reaction) there was no way we could keep her. Eventually she found a home with a woman in my town via the owner of the pet food shop I frequent. Oddly enough, Kenzie's new owner and I had met once before, some 10 years ago on a plane from London, and although we only chatted briefly about lost luggage we both remembered the other. By all accounts, she and Kenzie are now "soul mates" and I couldn't be happier.

Boris in the snow, with a typical Boris Face. A bit like Bucky the cartoon cat, no?

Kicia, about a third of the size of Boris, but ten times as fearless.

Boris is just yawning.

The end.
PS Here is Olivia, my sister's cat. Happy now?

Cats and Tomato Nation

Anyone with one of these:


Should read THIS.

I'm ba-ack...ack, hack, hack

I'm past the worst of this rotten cold that's kept me down for two weeks (knock wood, spin three times, spit and sing Alleluia.) The sun is shining, the birds are tweeting (the only twittering I'm involved in these days) and I'll be cruising the 'hood for more flower photos next week. I'd take photos of my garden but I don't know, do you want to see photos of dandelions and crabgrass sprouting amidst the Buddy Bombs?Until I impose upon the goodwill of my neighbours with nicer gardens (using the age old method of Horticulture Stealth Photography, or 'Horthography') and post more flower pics, have a boo at these videos. My friend and writer extraordinaire kc dyer just posted them on her blog, courtesy of Darren Barefoot. It's the goofiest cat I've ever seen. There's a television in one of the videos, but if I owned this cat (though from the looks of it, this cat would own me) would I really need a television for entertainment?

Seriously, it makes me want to go out and get another cat. Almost. But I know if I did, my husband would most certainly garrote me on the spot with Buddy's leash. Don't tell him, but he hasn't even discovered all the big holes on our new patio screen door. You see, we have Boris, a fat old lump of a cat, who sits and stares at the door, knowing someone will eventually come and open it for him (and even that explanation may be giving him more credit than he's due.) Then there's Kicia, a tiny, floppy bit of fluff with a big personality who gets our attention by climbing the screen and howling. I've now reached the point where I don't have instant heart failure when I glance over to find her stretched like she's being tortured on the rack. We (I) have to make sure her claws are trimmed, otherwise she can't release her grip, leaving us (me) no option but to slide the screen open with her still attached to it so I can pry her off, one furry paw at a time.

Nah. I'll stick to watching others:





Thanks kc!

Equal time for The White One

AKA "Kicia" which means "Little Cat" according to her previous owner, who was Polish.

This cat is tiny, about a third of the size of Boris, but she is ten times more fierce. If they both run at the food bowl, he always capitulates. If Boris is already at the food bowl, she sits right behind him, almost touching him until he gets so rattled, he stalks off in a huff. Boris only looks tough, but he's really a big pussy. Kicia looks sweet and endearing, but she is a tiger disguised as a kitten. Someone told me she's a Turkish Van, or "swimming cat." She has a head the size of a tennis ball, but I think the tennis ball might be a shade smarter. She's lithe and bendy like an accordion - you can literally hold her out and stretch her to double her length - and we sometimes play her like one, but the sounds are not nearly the same. All high notes and no chords whatsoever.(I'm kidding before you start pelting me with kibble!) She will slide through your hands like an eel if you're not paying attention, then roll around upside down as you try to walk past her, which always cracks up our mailman. I guess she deserves a haiku or two.

White with black mask and
tail; pink feet, nose, tongue and ears,
What planet is home?

Surprise The Boris
Once more with a leap and nip,
And you'll be supper.

I thought cats meowed
But you chirp like the birdies
You catch and devour.

Then there's my sister's cat, Olivia.

I'm sweet and gentle,
But too fat to lick my butt,
Which amuses them.

I'd do cat yoga
but it means getting up and
I do not do up.

Engineers and cats go together like....

Mac and cheese, gin and tonic, peanut butter and onions (if my father-in-law is to be believed.)

This delightful video came from the even more delightful kc dyer's blog, which can be found on the list at right under leftwriter.