Tag: tortoiseshell cat

The Cat Hat

Our cat Trixie sticks her front legs over the top of the chair as a ceiling fan spins in the background while unseen behind the chair she is pressing up against the head and neck of my wife

My wife (unseen in the chair) wears a cat hat, courtesy of Trixie who sometimes likes to press her body against your head and neck. Not too comfortable for us but it sure is adorable.

Let’s Get Outside

Our cat Trixie sits in a cardboard box from my hiking shoes emblazoned with the slogan Let's Get Outside

“Let’s Get Outside” is an apt slogan for my hiking shoes but not for little Squeaks who, like all our cats, is indoors only. She doesn’t spend much time in cardboard boxes, sometimes I think she tries it just to understand why brother Boo loves them so.

Heat Seeker

Our tortoiseshell cat Trixie relaxes near the heating vent of our home in Portland as I play around with the shallow depth of field possible with Sony's 55mm f/1.8 lens

Trixie, like many of the cats before her, loved the wooden heating vent in the living room of our old house in Portland as she could lay on the hardwood with warm air blowing onto her belly. Our rental house doesn’t have any floor vents but it is not an issue as the heat finds you in the Sonoran Desert summer. After a hike at sunrise and a swim in the morning, I took a nap in my chair this afternoon with Sam in my lap and Trixie around my head, the heat not sought was brought.

I LOVE BIRDS SO MUCH!

Our tortoiseshell cat Trixie yawns while sitting in the cat tree

You know little Squeaks, the birds might come closer if you could restrain your enthusiasm a little bit. There’s a brave mourning dove that comes close to the sliding glass door that really gets her going, she flattens herself to the floor and whips her tail back and forth and chirps at her feathered friend.

I’m Not the Only One Fascinated by Arizona’s Wildlife

Our tortoiseshell cat Trixie watches wildlife in our backyard through the sliding glass door

Trixie is rather obsessed by the wildlife in the backyard of our rental house and is often joined by brother Boo at the sliding glass door as they watch the doves, quail, finches, woodpeckers, rabbits, lizards, and the like. I can’t help but think of Emma as I watch them and wonder what she would have made of all this, I could almost identify what bird had flown into our yard in Portland by the nature of her chirps.