Saturday, October 31, 2009

Halloween Cat



Bart is one of the least scary black cats you will ever meet.

Friday, October 30, 2009

Angelic?



She often looks so sweet and fragile, we might forget the rough start Frannie had in life. But--as the healing scratch on her nose reminds us--Frannie is quite capable of taking care of herself. And has a bit of devilry in her heart.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Up Close



Mimi checks out the cat condo--and the camera--as she takes in the afternoon sunshine.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Formerly Known As...



..."the Boys in the Back," Raider, Nash and Clarence are slowly finding their way to fit in with the rest of the household.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Twitch in the Cat Run



Twitch enjoys the late-season sunshine from a safe perch in the cat run.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Friday, October 2, 2009

October Spirits

Perhaps it is the energy of Halloween's approach, for I am seeing ghosts today.

You know what I mean. Those little glimpses caught between the corner of your eye and your right brain, so that Jasmine sunning in the window becomes for an instant Red Fred. Just the right combination of sunlight and a deflected gaze. Perhaps my unconscious brain found similarities in the facial structure of the two cats, brought out by a low sun-angle. Perhaps the spirit world draws closer in this season. All I know was that for a second or two, I was looking into Fred's calm face.

Then the angle changed and he was gone.

Later, I saw Dinky, with all her trademark vivacity and fluff, perched on the cat tree giving it a healthy scratch. When I turned to look at her, she was suddenly replaced by Mimi, a sleek short-hair twice Dinky's size. But for a moment I thought of Dinky and smiled.

And of course, any glimpse of orange-y fur brings Punkin back to me. Nashley's broad back in the twilight suggests Punkin's fluff and for a moment she is here with me.

Though I haven't really felt her loss in any but the most superficial ways. I have that pain safely encapsulated somewhere in my psyche to be dealt with later. She was so ingrained in me that it sometimes feels as if she is still here, just out of sight, off sleeping somewhere. But I miss her; her life and passion and the way she had of being a focus of energy. The love between us endures but we are separated for now.

So I treasure the half-glimpses I have of her--and the others--because it makes it seem as if they are here with me, if only for a moment.