Your Best Artistic Photos of Your Felines (part II)
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Meet the Moon Cat, walking a rail fence in a high wind:
Here's another— he loves to perch on my sailing skiff. He wouldn't be keen on sailing, I reckon, since he goes yowling mad just riding in a car.
is mainly 'Lizzys' fault. Less than half Max's size, 3+ times his age and a real bitch. For once the female is truley at fault :-(
ETA. I still love you Lizzy and you too Max!
And here he is on the railing of the deck:
He was very put out.
Gazing quietly into the middle distance...suffering silently from that pain that has no name...knowing deep in her heart that no one will ever understand...sigh...
Love the photo of Moon Cat on the railing of the deck! Gorgeous, vivid colors.
So adorable, all of them.
Err. Just a suggestion.
ETA. This sort of thing does really, disgruntle, Tim as well :-)
None with my books though, I'll need to catch them hanging out in my library.
that dasterdly Sir Tim and the Cat...
ETA. I think Tim was just bemused by how many members have Cat pictures on their profile.
So, it ain't necessarily so.
This isn't an 'Artistic Photo' by any means, but... after 4 years of Max and Lizzy spatting (all Liz's fault, at least for the last 3 years. Max just wanted to play and sniff her bum :)
I suspect Lizzy was so asleep she had just given up...
I hope that in about 3 years time (when Lizzy is 21 and Max about 10) I might even get a picture of them snuggling. But Pigs might fly...
I'm not sure how to make my favorite photo of my Mia to show up in the body of this thread, so here's a link!
There is also a video of her from last week on vimeo: http://vimeo.com/69945474
I thought I'd post his picture today on Thoreau's birthday - July12.
I also recommend hiding the rubber flipflops from the kitties: They may discover they like the feeling of their fangs poking through them.
He licks the strings of my harp. I don't know why.