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| Oh, what could that kitty be a' thinking.. |
| 12.30.06 (11:54 am) [edit] |
To say that we're kitty proud is an understatement. After sorting through literally thousands of pictures we've taken in the last few weeks, we've reached two conclusions. 1) We clearly take too many pictures of our cats. 2) We're going to continue to take too many pictures of our cats. So, without further gilding the lily, here are a few top picks.. Adderbury (left) and Piddle (right) sitting in a basket that was once part of a 'Thunderdome' constructed for their wandering pleasure. Clearly, it no longer fills that capacity for them..
Piddle and Adderbury share everything..
They're very close..
Really, really close!
Katie Colum is my 17 year old British Tortoise Shell. She is from England and I've had her for 14 of her 17 years. She doesn't consider herself much of a Piddle and Adderbury fan. Imagine it from her end.. she managed to outlive her younger counterparts and got the whole place (and her owner) to herself for close to a year. She loved it. Then came.. the little infiltrators. Now, suddenly, she was having to share everything and she wasn't happy about it. She's adjusting, but reluctantly. While Piddle's laid back demeanor has allowed them to come to some kind of understanding and tolerance for each other, Adderbury is a whole different story. Here are Katie and Piddle co-existing.. sort of..
More on Katie Colum shortly.. back to Piddle..
Piddle likes his comforts..
He generally does what he wants, when he wants and where ever he wants..
He's pretty much got the run of the place.. here he is, hanging out in the cat tower we're building that isn't finished yet. We're not worrying about him taking to the thing.. it's already happened..
This picture captures Piddle doing what he does best:
Begging for food.
I've tried to figure out what Piddle's thinking in this one.. there is definitely something going through his mind.. more than likely he's just being patient while I'm in his face with the camera.. any thoughts?
My two favorite pictures I've saved for last.. back to the idea of Piddle doing what he wants when and where he wants to and.. his relationship with Katie..
And my absolute favorite, captured just two nights ago..
Do I really need to add anything to this one? Heh.. |
posted by: Cutter (reply)
post date: 12.31.06 (4:38 am)
ok... 8th one down, cropped just a little, is the ULTIMATE t-shirt shot. On the back, in the style of "Intel", it should have a "Piddle Inside" logo.
posted by: Lindy (reply)
post date: 12.31.06 (5:02 am)
Reply to: Cutter
HAHAHAHAAA, that's even better than my campaign button idea.. perfect!
posted by: 69whisper (reply)
post date: 12.31.06 (12:34 pm)
Happy New Year :)
posted by: Cutter (reply)
post date: 12.31.06 (6:21 pm)
Happy New Year to the lot of you at the Piddle mansion. :)
You have all helped me to get through this year.
My deepest thanks.
posted by: commontater (reply)
post date: 12.31.06 (8:33 pm)
Ha ha ha, these are great, you guys! I loves'em!
In the event of your and Devon's untimely demise, please leave them in your Last Will and Testament to ME ;) :)
Happy New Year and everything good, too.
PuC
posted by: lindy (reply)
post date: 12.31.06 (9:19 pm)
Reply to: Cutter
Thank you for making me gush! A sincere happy new year to you too. It has and continues to be a pleasure to know you.
posted by: lindy (reply)
post date: 12.31.06 (9:20 pm)
Reply to: commontater
*giggle* Be careful what you wish for! The dark, seedy underbelly of Piddle is that the little tike refuses to be on our schedule! He howls like a dawggie at three o'clock in the morning! If he weren't so darned cute...
posted by: JoolieWoolie (reply)
post date: 01.01.07 (1:40 pm)
They are beautiful babies, I will have to put more piccies up of my little guys! Funnily enough I have two tortie girls who are not happy to have little brothers hanging about, check my photos. There is no such thing as too many pictures! Joolie xxx
posted by: eka00 (reply)
post date: 01.02.07 (8:44 am)
Your cats are cute. I appreciate the cuteness of cats from a distance but I can't have them in my house *the smell*
That last picture... hmm, don't mean to spoil it for you but the tail looks like its coming out of where a tail oughtn't be coming out from, hehe...
posted by: Lindy (reply)
post date: 01.03.07 (8:55 am)
Reply to: eka00
Heeheehee.. I can understand that. The smell of kitties isn't always pleasant. Beats a doggie smell any day, though I'm quite sure there are folks around here who would have my hide for saying so. :)
As for that last picture.. *giggle* it is rather indecent, isn't it. He spends far too much time hanging around like that, though usually, you can't see his face. Eeeeeeeeewwww! ;)
posted by: FinalyFree (reply)
post date: 01.04.07 (8:45 am)
Oh man those are funny! I can't imagine having a pet for over 14 years! Isn't that weird that I've never owned a pet for that long? Or is it? lol I really need to post some Earl pics!
posted by: lindy (reply)
post date: 01.04.07 (9:17 am)
Reply to: FinalyFree
Earl! Yes! You do! I'm dying to see the lil' killer! I don't think it's weird that you haven't had a pet for 14 years, I mean.. there aren't too many animals that make it that long, so I consider it an unusual blessing of sorts. It's been comforting having her grow up with me.. kind of makes me think it's possible to hang out with people for that long.. :)
posted by: FinalyFree (reply)
post date: 01.05.07 (11:05 am)
Reply to: lindy
Ya know I have a few of him on my phone, but that camera is pretty pathetic. I bought the daughter a digital cam for Christmas, may just borrow hers--and he's frickin HUGE now. He's got a ton of fur!
Do you think it will totally devastate you when/if something happens to her?
posted by: lindy (reply)
post date: 01.05.07 (3:02 pm)
Reply to: FinalyFree
Shannon, you're a bloody mind reader. Jeez, woman. Last night, my old Katie was having some problems getting things right in the kitty litter and it became obvious again that she's really getting old. I'm not sure how long she has left. But I can tell you that the moment she goes, I'm going to fall to pieces. I don't know how to avoid it and I know it's coming. I still lose it over my other two cats and they passed on two years ago.. It took about twelve or thirteen years for me to stop crying over my cat who passed away in 1989. So, suffice it to say, I'll be a mess. :( Oh well, this is part of life.. I have to keep telling myself that.
*chants* Earl pics! Earl pics! Earl pics! :)
posted by: FinalyFree (reply)
post date: 01.06.07 (12:56 pm)
Reply to: lindy
Ya know, after I posted this comment I thought to myself, "hmmm I hope she doesn't think that was a rude thing to ask"--actually it amazes me and it makes me wonder how hard it would be for me to lose a pet I'd actually had that long. I've never had one for even half that time and I know how tough it was. Before my parents divorced my Dad stopped letting us get pets of any kind. We lived on a busy street near a highway and every single cat or dog we'd fall in love with would always get killed and sometimes right in front of our eyes so he refused to go through it. We had one more dog after he moved out, I guess it was that very dog that was with me for the longest amount of time and I know it wasn't much over two years-- and it was incredibly hard on all of us when he got killed, especially my middle sister. It was literally like we'd lost a human relative. I haven't had great luck with the animals I've gotten my kids, luckily they haven't been killed so often as they've just run away or died of natural causes. I think it proves that you're a very strong AND loving person to be able to have pets that long :)
Funny about the Earl pics, I've been snapping them like crazy with my cell but the quality is SO bad, lol I'm ashamed to post them. And since I just had to purchase a car I'm so broke there's no way I can buy a digital cam anytime soon, lol. BUT I'll get you a pic, that's for sure--I'd like for you to see him.
posted by: lindy (reply)
post date: 01.06.07 (3:45 pm)
Reply to: FinalyFree
Heh, you should know by now that I don't get offended easily and am pretty open about most things. It's not rude, in fact, I was touched that you asked. Gosh, Shannon, what a heart breaking history you guys have had. Well, *sigh* I guess it comes along with the joys we receive from them. I am most certainly a bleeding heart when it comes to animals in need.. I rescue them and care for them as long as I can.. Ol' Katie simply managed to outlive them all! Come on.. post your crappy cell phone pictures.. it'll be fun to see who gets hung up on quality and who enjoys them just because you shared them! :)
posted by: FinalyFree (reply)
post date: 01.07.07 (12:00 pm)
Reply to: lindy
Ok, I'll post them if you'll tmail me how to do it, LOL. For some reason I can't get them to post--I've had a flickr acct., and that other place but I don't remember any of my passwords--imagine that! lol
posted by: sebastianjoshua (reply)
post date: 01.18.07 (6:30 pm)
wow... u are really cat lover.
errr... my grandma to me that we cannot take cat picture b'coz the cat will die (my sis cry because of that)
thats 30 years age... lol
posted by: kaikai (reply)
post date: 03.15.07 (8:56 am)
What gorgeous cats. I always wanted a cat when I was growing up - I think it was because my parents are dog people so we always had a pooch.
posted by: lindy (reply)
post date: 03.15.07 (9:06 am)
Reply to: kaikai
Gorgeous and total trouble makers. You'd get a kick out of the tricks they get up to. Funny, because my parents were more cat people, I grew up liking cats.. I suspect there's a rebel lurking around in you.. well, maybe not lurking, but certainly in there! :)
posted by: lenfanterrible (reply)
post date: 04.06.07 (6:14 pm)
ODE TO THE CAT, by Pablo Neruda
There was something wrong
with the animals:
their tails were too long, and they had
unfortunate heads.
Then they started coming together,
little by little
fitting together to make a landscape,
developing birthmarks, grace, flight.
But the cat,
only the cat
turned out finished,
and proud:
born in a state of total completion,
it sticks to itself and knows exactly what it wants.
Men would like to be fish or fowl,
snakes would rather have wings,
and dogs are would-be lions.
Engineers want to be poets,
flies emulate swallows,
and poets try hard to act like flies.
But the cat
wants nothing more than to be a cat,
and every cat is pure cat
from its whiskers to its tail,
from sixth sense to squirming rat,
from nighttime to its golden eyes.
Nothing hangs together
quite like a cat:
neither flowers nor the moon
have
such consistency.
It's a thing by itself,
like the sun or a topaz,
and the elastic curve of its back,
which is both subtle and confident,
is like the curve of a sailing ship's prow.
The cat's yellow eyes
are the only
slot
for depositing the coins of night.
O little
emperor without a realm,
conqueror without a homeland,
diminutive parlor tiger, nuptial
sultan of heavens
roofed in erotic tiles:
when you pass
in rough weather
and poise
four nimble paws
on the ground,
sniffing,
suspicious
of all earthly things
(because everything
feels filthy
to the cat's immaculate paw),
you claim
the touch of love in the air.
O freelance household
beast, arrogant
vestige of night,
lazy, agile
and strange,
O fathomless cat,
secret police
of human chambers
and badge
of burnished velvet!
Surely there is nothing
enigmatic
in your manner,
maybe you aren't a mystery after all.
You're known to everyone, you belong
to the least mysterious tenant.
Everyone may believe it,
believe they're master,
owner, uncle
or companion
to a cat,
some cat's colleague,
disciple or friend.
But not me.
I'm not a believer.
I don't know a thing about cats.
I know everything else, including life and its archipelago,
seas and unpredictable cities,
plant life,
the pistil and its scandals,
the pluses and minuses of math.
I know the earth's volcanic protrusions
and the crocodile's unreal hide,
the fireman's unseen kindness
and the priest's blue atavism.
But cats I can't figure out.
My mind slides on their indifference.
Their eyes hold ciphers of gold.
* * *
PS. I'm the proud owner of six cats :D
