As I was drinking my morning coffee today, I looked out the window only to see something moving in the trees. At first I thought it was a squirrel, but it was too big. A racoon? Upon closer look, I realized it was a cat! What a a beauty.
While I was outside snapping photos of Charcoal, I spotted this guy down below. He saw me, meowed, and ran up the stairs to meet me. I will call him Smudgy, because of his nose.
I went back inside. Minutes later this cutie comes running up to the deck.
I go get the reluctant Peter-Banjo, my new cat, to come and meet The Fuzz.
They exchange greetings. The Fuzz asked to come inside. Peter-Banjo was a little unsure and said nothing. He was content to be on this side of the glass.
Here's a video of all three "grounded" cats coming together:
I forget where I saw these guys, there were three cats that all looked pretty much the same, hanging out at night in this empty store/storage space somewhere here in New York. Clearly I had to photo them.
This summer my friends, Matthew and Laura, lived on Toronto Island. Many domesticated cats can be spotted roaming the paths of this escape away from, yet within the city, paradise. This photo is compliments of Matt, who snapped this great shot of the ginger twins.
This cat was the cutest little flat face ever, until he would decide to spazz out of nowhere, hiss, meow, and scratch you. I can't remember his real name, so I'm calling him Ward, as in the psycho ward of the veterinary hospital.