At what was Sergei staring? I don’t know; I was busy trying to capture that intensely focused gaze.
(Perhaps he was trying to see the other animals aboard the Friday Ark)
Recently, I caught Sasha napping in the cat tunnel on a sunny afternoon. (It’s getting to be spring in Seattle, and we’re having more of those!) Although I was very, very quiet, and snapped only one shot, he woke up. (Sorry, Sasha.) Isn’t that the sweetest sleepy face?
There are many more cute critters aboard the Friday Ark.
Poor Sasha. Fast asleep in the sunshine on the top of his tree, this kitty wasn’t bothering a soul. And then someone (let’s not name any names here) had to go and get her camera. Who could sleep through all that shutter clicking?.
Poor Sasha. After waking him up, the person with the camera rubbed his belly, and skritched his ears, and kissed the M on his forehead. It’s a hard life for a kitty.
Are other animals so poorly treated? Find out aboard the Friday Ark.
The cat saw me before I saw him. I had paused during an afternoon walk — on an unusually balmy, sunny second day of Spring — to photograph his garden, and it seems he was curious. (Obviously, no one in his house points a camera at him regularly!) By the time I spotted him, he was halfway down the front path to the sidewalk. When we made eye contact, he arched his back, and turned gracefully in a tight circle. I spoke to him, and he stretched languidly, then approached, his fluffy flag of a tail curving flirtatiously. As I rubbed his ears, I told him that he was a very handsome cat. He purred his concurrence. I asked what had happened to his right eye, but he wasn’t telling. Perhaps he was a fighter in his younger years.
Paul was waiting for me, so I kept the conversation short. (Paul knows from long experience that walks with me happen in fits and starts, as I stop to chat up the neighborhood cats or take photos, but his patience does have its limits.)
As we walked along his side yard, the cat shadowed us. At the edge of his garden, he stopped and sat. When I said goodbye, he blinked and yawned. I took his photo again, and we continued our stroll.
You can visit other cats in their homes and gardens via the Friday Ark.
Like most cats, Lyra loves sunshine. However, she rarely lounges entirely in the pools of light on furniture or floor. Instead, she’ll lie part in sun and part in shade. On this particular day, only her little gray nose and silvery paws were in the light.
My heart goes out to Elisson and his family, following the loss of another lovely, loving and well-loved gray (tortie) girl, Matata.
For more cats of all colors, visit the Friday Ark.
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