…but she keeps getting larger….
Posts Tagged ‘cats’
She’s Actual Size
Posted in cats, Introductions, kittens, tagged cats, kitten, macphun creative kit, sky on 17 October, 2015| Leave a Comment »
Kitten!
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged amber, black, calico, cats, change, chaos, choices, cute overload, how could I say no?, kitten, orange on 14 May, 2015| 2 Comments »
So there were five, and three immediately got homes when it came time for them to stop living under our back steps. The two gingers are being fostered, and I am sure they will be fine, because the amount of adorable they generated was quite impressive, and hand-tamed kittens are typically easier placements than adult cats. I’ll check with the rescue to find out how they fare.
In the meantime, though, here is our new kitty:
Oh, hai… Can you make the grass move again, so I can kill it some more?
Across the sea of crinkles shines the knife
Posted in Backstory, cats, travel, tagged cats, Food on 24 February, 2015| Leave a Comment »
Objects in the mirror
Posted in Backstory, cats, composite, My brain, tagged cats, change, chaos, distortion fields, mirror, paging dr. bombay, Victorian on 5 February, 2015| Leave a Comment »
E’en so, here below, below
Posted in Backstory, cats, Elsinore, scenery, tagged Bjork, cats, change, chaos, Christmas, Jólakötturinn, lights, merrily on high, return of the repressed, trees, Yule cat on 23 December, 2014| Leave a Comment »
The cats are prowling around the base of the steamer trunk, on which I have perched the Christmas tree. The steamer trunk set-up is an improvement over perching the tree on an endtable, or small child’s table, both of which have been used in the past.
The eldest cat, who doesn’t climb much of anything these days, and can no longer leap up to the bed or a windowsill, skulks widdershins around the steamer trunk, and watches Word hang little twisted tin candy canes on the lower branches. He sniffs at the wire of lights that cascades down the back of the tree to the nearby electrical outlet. He sits.
I had my first Christmas tree in an apartment of my own when he was a kitten, and as the tree lay horizontal on the rug in my bedroom/office area, he managed to embed himself in the branches as soon as I’d gotten the netting off the object. Somewhere I have a picture of his manic green-gold eyes, glaring at me, his shadowy face blurring into the dark needles… He was terribly pleased about the whole thing. Getting him out again was quite a trick…. I think gloves were involved.
Merrily greet the time, with bells and songs and yule cats!
Here, look at a sleeping kitty
Posted in cats, tagged cats, Himmie, I'm going to have to vacuum the couch again, moment of calm, respite, sleeping cats on 12 June, 2014| Leave a Comment »
Colorful standoff
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged cats, crumpled paper for the win, Himmie, lazy Saturday afternoon, photo filters, rainbows, sunlight on 15 March, 2014| Leave a Comment »
Frieze!
Posted in Art and Craft, tactless observations, travel, tagged architecture, art nouveau, bats, birds, carving, cats, cityscapes, fun with Photoshop, hash brownies, not exactly Mister Rogers' Neighborhood, owls, stonework, sun on stone on 26 September, 2013| Leave a Comment »
This week I had a conference to attend, so I got to spend some time in a city center I don’t normally get to visit on foot. Even better, the weather was splendid and the afternoon light was hitting the scenery just right for clear photography.
The frieze on one building alternated these owls with what I had initially thought were slightly different owls, but I think they are really bat-like creatures… Although I’m not sure why the designers wouldn’t have also alternated the wing styles when they switched out the heads. You end up with odd cat-bat-bird critters. While they are fine cat-bat-bird critters, I decided my example here could do with a bit of distortion correction, since the frieze is up a goodly number of stories from the ground:
Despite putting bird wings with the mammalian face, that’s somehow less strange than the change in the opposite direction: the scale of the eyes on the bat-creatures is better than the scale of the eyes on the owls. Look up there again: tiny little eyes on the owls! It’s as if X the Owl got into Henrietta’s secret batch of special brownies, if you know what I mean…
The bats know for sure, but they aren’t telling.
Chaos starts the day
Posted in cats, Festival of Bad Writing, Language failure, tactless observations, tagged alarm clocks, bad writing, cats, chrysler, hairballs, mornings on 30 April, 2009| 1 Comment »
The alarm clock goes off, and the radio announces “Chrysler is alive!”
Xeno begins throwing up a hairball next to the bed. I manage to steer him into the hallway for the bulk of the activity.
And then I get to greet the following sentence in a resume:
“This position appears to be both physically and mentally demanding, both of which I am ready to rise to the occassion.”
Later, Leia coughs up a hairball in the hallway.
And, it turns out, Chrysler isn’t all that “alive”.
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