I have various sets of photos edited to put in posts and keep forgetting the actual posting part. As it’s quite late and I need to clean litterboxes before I go to bed, they’ll have to continue to wait, but here are a few standalone cat pics so I don’t entirely forget how to do this.
In case it’s not clear what she’s doing, she’s eating. By hanging off of a cat tree rather than getting on it and crouching at the dish like a normal cat would. If there is such thing as a normal cat.
I hope you already did your counting, because I can’t help but spoil it with my delight at achieving this: I got ALL the cats in one photo! Lifetime achievement unlocked!
(My joy was somewhat inhibited by the horrid “update” to Photos that happened in the last couple of days, removing most of the useful features and replacing them with crummy filters, but I’m still happy about it.)
As you might imagine, treats were involved.
Hey, I want some.
Okay, I’m ready for more.
Wait, is someone taking pictures?!
You bet I am.
This is not an uncommon sight for me:
I often happen to glance in that direction and see a little calico face looking up at me (evidently standing on her hind legs or sitting up, but I never see her body). She wants to know if there might be something tasty in my vicinity. This time, she found something.
D’oh. I hadn’t finished my milk. But wait, isn’t she standing a little oddly?
I could swear she had four legs last I checked.
Though actually, this isn’t the first time she’s hidden that particular leg.
(More travel posts to come, they just involve way too many pictures. And not enough cats, though there will be a couple in the next installment.)
First, the answer to the previous Count the Cats is six. The tricky one is here:
Quot was hiding in the shadows back there. (I kept Five-Spice in the crop to match the post title better.)
Here’s another cute picture of Five-Spice that reminds me a lot of one we have of CMY as an adolescent climbing in that same shelf.
A few weeks ago at the vet I saw (and got to hold) this adorable dilute calico kitten waiting for her very first checkup.
Naturally I had to go look for photos of Five-Spice at a similar age. This is probably the first one I took of her, before we trapped the kittykins:
Five-Spice doesn’t look much different, other than size. But look at little baby Vanilla:
See, she really was vanilla-colored. (We just called her White Kitten at the time, and her family was White Cat, Calico Kitten, Orange Kitten, and Gray Kitten.)
Yesterday was quite sunny and Praline enjoyed a nap at the front of the house. I enjoyed actually being able to tell that his very furry tummy has belly spots.
And then I found some more spots, or maybe splotches. He has FRECKLES.
It’s hard to see orange spots on a pink nose, but they’re there. You can also see his sprinkling of black whiskers.
So that this isn’t another all-Praline post, here’s a picture of Walnut also enjoying some sun, while working on her carpet camouflage:
Also, this happened last night:
Spouse cooked us yummy clam and salmon pasta last night. After I put the leftovers away, I scraped my fingers on the pan and offered them to Walnut, who comes into the kitchen any time I’m there for just this reason. She was enthusiastic so I put the pan down for her to lick. Five-Spice joined her and actually outlasted her, one of the few times I’ve seen Walnut walk away from human food before every particle was gone. While I waited for Five to finish, I played a little with Walnut and Meringue:
And for good measure, a pic from earlier today of Meringue in the new cat tree:
Oops, Praline snuck in again.