January 29th

THE PICTURE O’ THE DAY:
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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.

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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.

Happy New Year from a Crazy Cat Lady and Her Cats

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

June. No really, she likes it.

Maggie. This is as close as I could get her. Look, I'm even offering her alcohol.

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.

Stare-down with Rio, the wisest, most beautiful cat that ever was.

Rio — a stare-down with the wisest, most beautiful cat that ever was.

Well, Layla's back end made it into this picture.

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.

Christmas tree. And cats (please don’t die of shock).

The tree went up the other week but I didn’t get any pictures until tonight. As always, it’s a beautiful tree.

This is one of my favorite ornaments.

This is one of my favorite ornaments.

My mom collects these vintage ornaments.

My mom collects vintage ornaments like these.

They have gradually phased out the newfangled ornaments.

The Shiny Brites and their brethren have gradually phased out the newfangled ornaments.

I love their character.

I love their character.

The Christmas spider.

The Christmas spider.

The tree is jam-packed. There might be some literal jam in there somewhere, too -- everyone else is there, anyway.

The tree is jam-packed. There might be some literal jam in there somewhere, too — everyone and everything else is there, anyway.

And now, cats just being cats:

June is capable of not only holding still but looking kind of soulful instead of blank. Wow!

June is capable of not only holding still but looking kind of soulful instead of blank. Wow!

Maggie was watching as I took that picture of June the other day. I think she felt marginalized.

Maggie was watching as I took that picture of June the other day. I think she felt marginalized.

December 4th: Defining moments in cat acquaintanceship

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.

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.

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 surreptitiously sniffed June’s tail.

Maggie was, depending on your point of view, nonplussed or horrified by the results.

Maggie was, depending on your point of view, nonplussed or horrified by the results.

She took a moment to sit and think about it.

She took a moment to sit and think about it.

Really think.

Really think.

At this moment in time, they both independently decided they just didn't care.

At that moment in time, they both independently decided they just didn’t care about the presence of the other.

No hisses or growls were heard at press time.

December 2nd: It gets dark in about an hour’s time now

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

June through the curtain

Little pig candle holder

Little pig candle holder

Baby Christmas cactus leaf

Baby Christmas cactus leaf

Old, old windows.

Old, old windows.

The shaggy lantern

The shaggy lantern

It's beginning to look a lot like Halloween. (I need to throw these gourds away.)

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

I like the patterns on all these old radiators

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.

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.