Our girl Lucy's curls. and eyebrows. and my crocs.
Are they the secret of her phenomonal hearing? She appears out of nowhere when i walk in with a glass of seltzer. the sound of popping bubbles mystifies her, still. (the old Android phone given to me to play with seems to have a better camera when i compare this shot with the one of Phyllis in the previous post)
This is Buddy, at Greenwood who sleeps in the potting shed and is eager to be let out every morning (have i shown this one to you before?)
Lucy has very sharp eyes, too
And this is dear ol' Spike who has been living with us and in my heart for 20+ years. he still loves to lie on my chest and puts up with the camera... just.
His whiskers have turned white as my hair has turned grey. and his eyes are greener than this in real life but the old phone's camera doesn't correct very well. That's okay. i shall treasure this one nonetheless. P.S. He may be just a "bag o' bones" these days but he still has the voice you know, a YeOoOwWL that says, "Somewhere in my family tree is a very fine, royal family of Siamese, if you please! So feed me. Now!" And he gets all the treats he wants...
where was i? i keep visiting with all of you in my head and i have dozens and dozens of photos i want to share and, then something waylays me
i have football brain and go from oh! i need to share this fabulous cookie with you all over in that other neglected blog to
i want to change my banner but hmmm to what?
and then i hear chocolate calling my name or a cat meowing from the sink or the air outside is so lusciously delicious or i get lazy and the first thing you know weeks go by and you have no idea that i want to show you stuff even though i have nothing worth saying it seems
but i decide it's high time for some self discipline so i sit myself down and, whaddya know i can't find the pictures!
so now my head hurts after going through folder after folder (Ha! that's what you get for feeling so organized with all your photofolderoverkill) and all i can think to say is this
in my next life i want to be a loved cat
with beautiful ear curls that facilitate exceptional hearing
except of course when it storms and OH NO IS IRENE BACK?? and i have to run under the tub until it's all over and apparantly she isn't and i'm still here wearing lovely stripes on my legs
with silly humans who throw paper all over the floor for me to play in and a silly brother
and the mysterious Spike who never comes downstairs.
Until then i will go find some more chocolate and a big glass of water breathe some fine fall air and come back soon to find those photos and share that cookie. Soon. yes, it's true. Watch this space!
Junior is not pleased and wants to know why it is that i can be so chubby and eat whenever i wish and he cannot.
Poor Junior When we adopted him we were used to setting out a bowl of dry food every morning and letting the fur balls graze, as needed. He thought this was fantastic and gobbled up every morsel instantly. Every morning noon or night and ballooned into a... well...a big fat grey and white kitty balloon.
Lucy who is a grazer would love it if her meals could be a leisurely affair but she does find it convenient to let Junior shoulder most of the wheedling.
She won't look at me but she's sure listening to my every move
and i just love her ears
*They are huge and furry and pretty, in their own way
P.S. It's raining again! i'm beginning to believe it's safe to say the drought could be over... However, i must also report that dear little Lucy must still have vivid frightening memories of Hurricane Irene (she was seperated from her first humans, forever during that storm, and it was several weeks before she was rescued and then adopted by us) because she senses when a big thunderstorm is pending and disappears. i finally discovered her after the second big one that came through huddled in the gritty and cobwebby corner behind the furnace. She waits a good long while after the last faraway rumbles subside before she rejoins us...with a very worried and tentative look in her eyes. And, then if it's not time for dinner or breakfast she gets a few treats and lots and lots of hugs.
and used to be a man about town. Now that he is 18 a bit arthritic and slower he sticks close to home.
His mom (the human one) who loves puns and colorful woven rugs named him Ikat.
She likes to travel. A lot. Which is a blessing to me and other friends who love to live with her cats in the cottage and garden next to the creek that runs from the island to the sea.
But Ikat did not appreciate her wandering off so often so he took to the road, too. It broke his mom's heart the first time she returned home to find him missing. She rejoiced when he sauntered back into her life many weeks later looking fine--only to fret yet again when he walked out one day and did not come home that night or the next... Again, several weeks passed and then, one evening she heard the slap of the cat flap and his distinctive, baritone voice meowing to be fed.
The next year while Ikat had once again gone missing neighbors alerted her that they had seen a grey and white cat on the other side of the village. It took her several days, but she finally found him happy, healthy and sitting in another garden.
She knocked on the door met the family and, with them, put 2 & 2 together: Ikat had wandered into their lives adopted them and another name: Bob. They clearly loved him, too and had also felt deeply distressed every time he disappeared only to rejoice again when he returned.
And so it continued for four or five years the two families sharing the big, handsome boy until Ikat-Bob grew older and stiff with arthritis.
Now, he likes staying close to home with his first human mom and seems to have accepted the fact that, from time to time she still goes away but invites live-in friends to keep him company while he spends most of each day sleeping on down comforters in the sun until his stomach wakes him. Then, he comes to find you and sits boring holes through you with his bright gold eyes
and escorts you to the food bowl
i love living with Ikat and that he seems to like living with me until him mom gets back home.
or it could be leaves-dancing/flying/tumbling-in-the-wind-watching. He enjoys both.
Have you ever seen such a cute profile? i mean...really...have you ever?
by the way,you may be wondering what is that fine cross hatching on the image? i had to shoot this through the screen door so i wouldn't break his concentration at least not until i captured this moment.
i had plucked the viola that bloomed in the potted plants' indoor winter quarters and brought it to the dining room so i could sit at the table where the soft light would illuminate all her fine features. As i readied the camera for a second exposure Lucy suddenly leaped onto the table
intent on checking out the source of such pleasantly sweet aroma
This is certainly not acceptable behavior in this household! i shoo her away get ready, again, to snap when, without a sound she reappears intent on tasting the sweet little thing
i snatch it away but not before her sharp little teeth snatch a bite
Obviously i am a forceful disciplinarian when it comes to cats on the table ahem... and i do admit it this capture of Lucy's cross eyed concentration did make me laugh