Tag: Boo
Sam Gets a Boo Box Lesson
“I don’t know Boo, this seems kind of boring.”
“Get in a tall, narrow box like this one! You can pretend you’re in a submarine!. ‘Give me a ping Trixie. One ping only please.’ ”
“There’s no room for belly rubs?”
“Or you can be a Formula One racer, barreling into Eau Rouge at legendary Spa-Francorchamps!”
“Maybe there’s a big box where dad can snuggle with me?”
“Or an X-wing fighter, preparing for the trench run with TIE fighters hot on your tail! Not today fellas, the Force is strong with this one!”
“I think I’m going to curl up with dad on the couch.”
“NOT EVERYONE IS MEANT FOR BOO BOX! You can curl up with your head on the side like this, or stick your arms way over the side, or sink down completely inside the box, or …”
“Some of us have bones, Boo. Some of us have bones.”
“Commander Boo, you are go for liftoff! Godspeed to the moon!”
The Contemplative Boo
Race Fans
I do my best to indulge the pets in their favorite pastimes. While Sam is a football fan, Trixie and Boo love open-wheel racing so I’ve spent many weekends working on my laptop while they snuggle up on my lap and follow the racing action with rapt attention. These pictures are from last summer, they spent the morning watching Lewis Hamilton win the Formula 1 German Grand Prix for Mercedes while in the afternoon they watched Simon Pagenaud win the Indycar race at Mid-Ohio for Team Penske.
“Are You There God? It’s Me, Boo.”
The Handsome Mr. Boo
Boxless
The Scientist
Wildlife Watching
Boo watches wildlife in the back yard from the top of the cat tree as I photograph him from the floor. “Look, Trixie, there’s a junco!”
Trixie, in her own inimitable style, watches wildlife in the back yard from the middle of the cat tree as I photograph her from the floor. “Look, Boo, there’s a squirrel!”
Trixie watches me watching her. “Look, Boo, an ape!”
📷: Canon 7D II | Sigma 17-50mm f/2.8
🗓️: December 3, 2016
Winter Destinations
I wanted a quick test of my new Sony Zeiss 55mm f1.8 lens so I visited a popular winter destination in our area, the wooden heater vent in our living room. Boo was enjoying warm air blowing on his belly but when he got up to greet me he was immediately replaced by its most frequent guest, Trixie, who is usually sleeping here when I come home from work.















