Spouse was rummaging through something yesterday, looking for what to toss and what to sell and what to keep. Found two old calendars I have been saving. One is from 2004 and one from 2005. Both are cat calendars.
The picture above is from the newer calendar. That's the picture from my birthday month. It's one of the few calendars I've ever got in which my birthday month got a good picture. Normally, I would get a picture of a hairless cat. Not to imply there is anything wrong with a hairless cat. It's just that my favorite cats tend to be long-hairs. Fluffy and soft.
But the truth is, I have learned that no matter what a cat looks like
(or dog, or any other living creature), it doesn't take long before one discovers that it is lovable. I suspect that is part of why I originally tried to keep Firestar out of the house. Didn't particularly want an orange cat. I wanted a fluffy bluish grey. Of course, now I can't imagine not having an orange cat. Firestar and I have kind of become buddies. He gets up and stops by me every morning to get his back scratched. And many days he follows me around the house. When I leave a room and don't come back right off, he seeks me out, giving me a look of, "You could have let me know." So now I tell him where I'm going and whether I'm coming right back. I don't get the looks then, which makes me suspect he really does understand every word I'm saying.
Anyway, as much as I like my picture, I think Spouse did slightly better. I almost think of this cat as being elegant. I don't because there is something about the face which tells me this is a warrior cat. Possibly a male, but not necessarily. This cat is cool. I can tell.
Son's picture beats mine, too. On cuteness and comedy. It's tempting to believe this cat was put here by a human, and it may have been. But I wouldn't bet the house on it. Firestar has put himself in some very similar positions. Then he gives the, "What are you looking at", look.
Couldnt' think of anything to post, and I didn't feel like searching the net for something. So I did this.
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Music to Make the Cats go Wild
Tara - Nick name 'ity-bit' because she's so tiny - just over 6 pounds. She's the most skittish of all my babies and even when being petted has the 'pet me, no don't pet me' look
Amelia - Nickname 'Bratelia' since she gets into every draw, cabinet that she can put her paws in.
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“She’s got tuna. I know she’s got tuna.”
“Shut up, Sethra. Stay on mission.”
“What’s the mission? I thought the mission was to get tuna.”
“No, you stupid fluffbrain—it’s to escape and become outdoor cats, walking by ourselves, on our wild lone, waving our tails.”
“Oh, yeah? And isn’t it you, my dear stripy sister Aliera, who keeps pushing the FEED button on the printer and waiting for tuna to come out?”
“That was when I was much younger. Anyway, she’s at the computer—yes, eating tuna casserole—so we can go into the bedroom and see if we can knock the window screen out.”
“You do it, Aliera. I’d rather mess with her stuff.”
“Will you GET OVER that fixation on her wristwatch?”
“I like the feel of the Velcro on my paws. Hey! That reminds me. We’ve been declawed. How are we going to survive as outdoor cats?”
“New plan coming up….”
“What’s the big deal about being outside cats? Even StalkerCat, who used to hang around and chat us up, is a house cat now and loving it. We’ve got it made—food, petting, toys, valet service for the litter box, and we get to sleep on her bed twenty hours a day. And we can stick our noses up to the window and smell anything interesting going on outside. Why ruin a perfect situation?”
“Sethra, have you no sense of adventure? No curiosity? No cattitude? We were meant to live wild and free, to stalk and slay our prey, to be mistresses of the night!”
“Look, we’re cats. We were meant to rule the world, but that doesn’t mean we have to WORK at it. You can if you want, but I don’t need to. After all, I’M beautiful!
“Did I mention she’s got tuna?”
At 8, you'd think Mikey would understand that he's a carnivore. But, no, he's rather fond of the shrubbery! At 20+ pounds, the veggie-enhanced diet is likely mitigated by a love for long naps on a warm comforter, wet cat food, begging at the table, and a nice lap to drape himself upon in the evening. And he drools when he's happy, which may or may not mean there's a Siamese ancestor lurking in the old dna.
What? Green teeth attract mice!
Who needs a wickerwork basket when you can hop on a cushion and bask?
Rufus is clearly a cat to be reckoned with.
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Firestar is a tough cat. He has to be, living in Minnesota. He takes care of his family: wife, husband and their son. This was recently proven by his daring capture of yet another mouse in the house. Foolish rodents. They never learn. When not engaged in derring do, Firestar naps, looks out the window and sleeps. Firestar was born in April of 2006.
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Spouse was rummaging through something yesterday, looking for what to toss and what to sell and what to keep. Found two old calendars I have been saving. One is from 2004 and one from 2005. Both are cat calendars.
6 comments:
Those are beautiful pictures.
Yeah. I think so, too. When I buy a calendar it's because of the pictures, and I hate to throw it away when the year is done.
This is a perfect post both for the pictures and the gripe about thw bad pictures on the important months.
Cats choose us, you know.
Thanks. I bet you don't get that, though. Unless you were born in August?
Yes, cats choose us. And that Firestar chose me to be friends with is quite an honor.
This is a great post.
I too have cat calendars a few monthly and a day by day the latest day by day is black and white not my favorite.
Haven't purchased a nice calendar in a few years. They've gotten so pricey. Always want to get frames and hang them in a special cat room. I don't have that either.
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