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.
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.)
First, here are the followups to the previous Count the Kittykins post, rather late. As I stood up from taking the photo in the previous post, two heads popped up, and there they are. 🙂 Again, sorry for the lousy lighting — but they’re still beautiful.
I’ve had various things planned to post but it’s been too hot to have a laptop on my lap. I think this is the first time we’ve hit triple digits at this house since we moved here in 2012.
Anyway, here’s a Count the Cats pic that spouse sent me recently:
In other news, I made batch #4 of maple fudge recently (fortunately the hot days still mean cool-ish nights). I think I got the texture right this time. I skipped the corn syrup, but cooled the bowl of fudge on a bowl of ice before stirring, which I’d also read as advice to keep the texture consistent. I also, um, added about three tablespoons of butter at that time. When you already have a cup of cream in a recipe, what’s a little more dairy fat? Result was delicious. (Batch #3 was much like batch #2 in that it was fairly crumbly, but it also was maybe a little light on taste because I either put unsalted butter in or skipped the butter, I forget which. I ground a little salt onto the fudge while it cooled but it wasn’t enough.)
A rare event: Vanilla out and about on the upstairs cat tree. I had to brighten the picture quite a bit because of the backlighting, but you can see her lovely markings now. Hard to believe she was nearly white as a kitten (hence her name).
As a bonus, here’s one I took of her on the windowsill. Her back looked so bright (for her) that I actually mistook her for Walnut at first. Maybe that’s why she’s giving me that Look.
I really needed to see some kitty pictures today. And I thought, I have some of those!
This is possibly the best kitty yinyang I have ever photographed. Not that that’s a particularly high bar, but still.
Adorable diagonal of kittykins in the new(ish) cat tree. Meringue seems to have misplaced her nose.
CMY’s lovely furry tummy.
Rhombus on the living room cat tree, looking utterly content up there.
Licoris on the oldest piano. From a few months back, but she’s probably underrepresented here.
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.
Spouse found a video from when the kittykins were bouncy little kittens. Naturally, we had to watch, and Praline had to watch too. He probably doesn’t know he’s watching himself though.
(This is kind of extra funny to me because I’m playing Mario and Luigi: Partners in Time, in which several main characters meet younger versions of themselves, sometimes without realizing it.)