Nina: Nonchalant Plant Batting

This is what Nina does all the time. It's both hilarious and inexplicable, and tremendously cute!

Larry

I had to sneak this shot because the owner was on the other side of this window. She probably saw me taking the shot, but I didn't care, because I'm long overdue for a cat post. Larry, who is likely a girl, but nonetheless looks like a Larry to me (maybe it's short for Larissa), saw me getting ready to take the shot and curiously walked over to me from the far side of the window. Found on Maynard by Cogswell.

Pictures of cats: Morningside Heights and Williamsburg

Sometimes you have to settle for pictures of cats rather than real ones. These cat mugs caught my eye on my way home last night; the cats have names (a la RTF) and are captioned. This one says, "My whole family's big-boned".




Also, in Williamsburg near LL's current but almost former house, this kitty caught my eye. Perhaps this is Justin Broadbent's home, or LL's theory is that the cat died, but the owners still wanted to see a friendly face in the window.

Spooky Face

This kills me. Click the image (or here) to watch the video!

Monkey is on the prowl

This is Monkey. He spends four months of each year living on an island at Manitoba Pioneer Camp. Monkey is the Program Director's cat. I think Monkey believes he is the director. He gives most people attitude, but if you're nice to him (and he's hungry), he'll come near and roll around on the ground.

He is known for keeping the mouse population under control, senselessly killing bats and bunnies, and for his kitty dreads. These formulate on his back near his tail. He's simply too fat to clean there properly. You'd think all the exercise of camp would keep his wieght down, but I'm sure he spends more time lazing around in the sun on the porch than he does swimming or canoeing.

Most camp folk do not like Monkey. This photo was taken by Alli and Jordan, two campers who are obsessed with him. They laughed at the formation of his left paw in this photo and wonder about him. I laughed at his eyes. Check out the intense stare. Monkey is on the prowl!

My personal feelings about Monkey: he's a cat, so of course I like him. I enjoy when he rolls on the ground in front of me and gets pine needles, twigs, and dirt stuck in his fur. It's funny. I don't enjoy his kitty dreads. A little while ago someone shaved them off and left a square clearing on his back. I prefer to pet Monkey with a stick.

who's been sleeping in my bed?

Hello cat fans. This is my first post. It's about a cat named Guido.

One day I came home to find a lump in my bed.

I lifted the covers to find a cat looking at me with guilty eyes. I asked, "Have you been sleeping in my bed?" "No no no" she said, shaking her head. She denied the whole thing.

Duke

Here's Duke. He might be any of the orange cats in the 'hood, but his face seems unfamiliar to me. So Duke it is. He's a real handsome feline, but he's a bit on the skittish side. I coaxed him from under the Saturn, but when my lens made a whirr sound, he sauntered away, across the street.

I never mentioned how much I love the way cats scuttle across streets, their long bodies holding almost still while their four little chopstick legs move like scissors to propel them swiftly to the other side. The kitty-scuttle is just another reason why I am coo-coo for kitty-cats.