Sam asleep in one of his favorite places, curled up on my legs. I took the picture a year ago but he’s in the same spot now, except today Trixie is next to him with her legs atop his.
Tag: cat
Why Do I See What Cannot Be?
My eyes play tricks again. There on the mantle, beside my work awards and the ashes of Templeton and Scout and Emma and pictures and keepsakes, I thought I saw Boo. But Boo isn’t allowed on the mantle. Some things from the mantle have fallen off lately and broken, likely from micro-climates creating sudden whirlwinds that come down the chimney. That I can explain, that I can see. But Boo I cannot, yet I do.
A Bridge Between Brothers
Catnip Fiends
What I wouldn’t give to be able to spend just a few minutes again with these two.
Some Days You Just Can’t Face the World
The Master At Work
All three of our current cats are spot stealers but nobody can hold a candle to Templeton, master of the art. On this night he was recuperating from surgery so I was in the guest room with him and when I stepped out for a moment, not long enough to bother putting his cone back on, I came back to find him sitting at my laptop.
Rolling in the Catnip
Scout picks up a belly full of dirt rolling in the catnip on our back porch. I dusted her off as best I could before she went back inside. I had given her a bath once before. Once.
Gray Green
I don’t think I’ve put this picture online before, the handsome Templeton enjoying some supervised time in our backyard in 2006. He died late in 2007 but I don’t know if a day has gone by since that I haven’t thought about him, a little charmer was our gray tuxedo.
Metroglyph
I found this petroglyph in our old, urban neighborhood and wondered if a kindred spirit once roamed these lands.
Sleep of the Just
Of the six cats we’ve had, none seemed so peaceful as they slept as our gray tuxedo, Templeton. Whether curled up or sprawled out, asleep or just waking up, he seemed at one with the world.
Boolie 