"The Babe and the Duncan Phyfe chair — classical beauty seeks its own level" from our April 2006 post "A major and lasting influence."
Looking at all that floof, his size and those snowshoe feet, I think that he must have been a Maine Coon … Babe was a cat with gravitas. He kept it through the very last.
What a photo of Tiny. Words escape me, but you are right, it is a shade of Rembrandt. I love the photos on this blog. They remind me of my dear departed cats, and the ones yet to come.
When our sis asked this afternoon whether we were feeling nostalgic about undecorating the tree or glad to get it all over with, we were able to say without a second thought that the loss of our precious boy kitty had put it all into perspective. No regrets.
Best of all from Tuck in the comments of that Portrait of Tiny as a Young Rembrandt:
Here is a masterpiece. This portrait speaks to the wonder of our beloved companions; here is a thinking, compassionate, responsive, introspective being.
Savor every sweet moment.
I love that photo of Babe. The subtle chiaroscuro of Tiny's photo was simply stunning and so Rembrandt-esq. So much depth and it seemed to speak of grief in your sweet Tiny. I hope she is doing well with her double measure of love.
"A sweet new comment just in from Laura Lee," we imailed our sis, who replied "Just read it. I weep fresh tears."