Where's Tiny? We checked out all her favorite spots after breakfast, but she was nowhere to be found. She, of course, knew exactly where she was and didn't know what all the fuss was about. Babe, meanwhile, was napping over the radiator on the kitchen counter as outside temps of 12.9° — with wind chill making it feel like -2° — made going outside at the moment out of the question.
Cherchez la Furpiece! There she was, high above the floor in the light-fantastic aerie that is the top of the shower.
Would she jump down when the water was turned on?
No problem. She stayed put, looking first this way, then that, throughout our lavations.
Once things warmed up a little outside — 21.2° by midday — it was on to The Little House.
Back inside midafternoon, backlit by the low-lying rays of late autumn streaming through the windows of the studio, Baby dazzles.
Update: More little cat feet, dog paws and one giant bristle worm with not an arm or a leg to stand on at Modulator's Friday Ark #221.
Baby is just magnificent! And the photographer is pretty sensational as well!
Meanwhile, Sam the Wonder Cat has his little pink nose considerably out of joint because his outside jaunts off his screened porch have been brought to a screeching halt! He tried complaining and I ignored that. Then he tried looking depressed. Did him no good. At the moment he is trying to buy my acquiescence with lavish displays of affection - way, way more than normal. That isn't going to succeed either but I'm enjoying the purrfest so I'm not telling him that.
Given his uncertain temperament where children are concerned (as in flat-out hatred), porch time is not going to be happening any time soon. Come Spring or an unexpected warm snap, I have a plan to reinforce the screened porch in such a way that will be both attractive and discouraging to jaunts by "Houdini cat"!
Posted by: Gayle Miller | December 08, 2008 at 04:47 PM
Do the cats blame you for the freezing cold? I kind of think mine give me a reproachful look when they go the the door and the cold rushes in when I open it a few inches.
Posted by: goompa | December 08, 2008 at 05:12 PM
Absolutely! The dirty looks are legendary! I am also held responsible for rain and snow!
Posted by: Gayle Miller | December 09, 2008 at 09:37 AM
Kitty heaven, those cats are. Gorgeous photos, I don't like it that cold thou. Supposed to get down to 39° tonight here, that's cold enough. Too cold for kitties, all are nice and warm curled up on the sofa.
Posted by: mog | December 09, 2008 at 11:05 PM
Baby and Tiny are, as usual, transplendent (is that a real word?) as seen through the lens of Sissy Willis.
Ah! I know where that word came from: Annie Hall, Woody Allen's tale of love and angst. But your kitties know naught of such things. They are merely kitties...and they are pleasing unto the eye and soul.
Posted by: Elisson | December 12, 2008 at 09:02 PM