Piper, a homeless cat who hangs out in our neighborhood, likes to dream that he’s in the jungle:
Cats
Flicka says it’s her turn.
“It’s not fair,” says Flicka. “Why does my brother get all the pictures?” So here’s one of Flicka. You can see her stripèd nose, but not her extra toes:
Daffodils, supervised by neighborhood cat
Look closely…
Not a cat chair
If you think about the word cathedral—as one does—you imagine that it must have originally meant “cat chair,” since you know that hedra is ancient Greek for “chair.” Right? Well, not exactly. But now, at least, you want to read… Read More ›
William stays warm.
Outside it’s –6° F, but William is keeping warm on his kitty couch, right next to the heat.
William says…
“Tessellations are meant for sitting on,” says William, “as long as there’s a soft rug between me and the tiles.”
Flicka naps in the sun.
Flicka is feeling Turkish and has found the best place to nap on a sunny day:
Where can I sit?
I went up to the den to sit and read in the easy chair, with my feet on the ottoman. But Flicka, of course, was occupying the ottoman again, and William left no room in the easy chair, which was… Read More ›
“When napping on the ottoman…
…it’s very important to show off your extra toes, and to sprawl out so there’s no room for anyone else to sit there.” So says Flicka.