When you’re a cat, everything is a toy and all manner of environments can be a brand new hidey-hole. Today, June burrowed down into the quilt hanging off the corner of my unmade bed and made a little pocket for herself. I thought this was cute enough by itself, but when she nestled in further and I got closer to try to take pictures of her all the way inside the blanket, I noticed she was in there with the little sheep ornament, which is a prize of sorts for her.
It was hard to get a halfway okay picture of her inside the blanket because it was very dark in there. And then cats get bent out of shape after you start bothering them in their special space, so she left a little bit after I took this picture.
Late in the hour I decided to commemorate the last day of 2012 by posing for pictures with four very special cats — my family’s two cats and my two. I took somewhere between thirty and forty thousand pictures this year, and what pictures weren’t of dead leaves were usually of them. Not excessive, by the way. I made these pictures sepia, because sepia means Special Memories Forever ™. Happy New Year!
June. No really, she likes it.
Maggie. This is as close as I could get to posing with her. I set the timer for as long as it could go (not super long) and tried to coax her near me. Look, I’m even offering her alcohol.
Rio — a stare-down with the wisest, most beautiful cat that ever was.
Layla. Well, Layla’s back end walking away, but better than good — good enough.
In the end, their portraits were very true to who they were. Layla is the cat version of a horse’s ass, June is sweet and pliable as Play-doh, Maggie is watchful and wise but a little standoffish, and Rio is basically like an honorary human that you can commune with.
Well, probably not. Here is one minute in the life of an established cat (Maggie) and her still-new, six-month-old acquaintance (June). There’s been some tension as they’ve gotten to know one another. Each of their encounters feels like an opportunity for them to break some ground, or, more realistically, for Maggie to swipe June’s nose again.
Here’s what gets the ball rolling. June ponders in the shadow of the…well, never mind exactly what it is. It’s a Christmas branch, I guess. It was also designed to be the single most attractive object possible to a curious cat, and it was placed conveniently within reach because I’m a thoughtful cat owner.
By jumping on the back of the chair, June shattered Maggie’s equilibrium while she was bathing, causing her to pause in this less-than-dignified position.
Maggie surreptitiously sniffed June’s tail.
Maggie was, depending on your point of view, nonplussed or horrified by the results.
She took a moment to sit and think about it.
At that moment in time, they both independently decided they just didn’t care about the presence of the other.
These pictures were taken over the last two days at about the same time, in the space of an hour, an hour I like to call too lazy to turn on any lights o’clock. Let us move from light to dark, then.
June through the curtain
Little pig candle holder
Baby Christmas cactus leaf
Old, old windows.
The shaggy lantern
It’s beginning to look a lot like Halloween. (I need to throw these gourds away.)
I like the patterns on all these old radiators
Okay, I do have some lights. All the thrift stores I’ve visited have an overabundance of lamps but not shades, especially not for a lamp with a harp and finial. Hence this one gets to glow creepily and nakedly in the window.