Post 1673: Andy poses…


Andy graciously agrees to pose as”Solar Cat”.


“Seriously, one shot was enough. That’s it, buster.” And Andy means it!


Post 1672: Dougy still sees…what?!


Dougy’s still seeing things.


He just sits there, being Mr. Kreepy Kat!


Then he hops on his ottoman and does this…! I don’t see what he sees.

Post 1671: the kitty boys see…what?


The kitty boys were enjoying their rest when…


…something caught their attention.


“DEFCON 1*, Andy!” Andy’s already sprinted off to see whatever it is.


Now Dougy is off to the hunt! (That’s his tail just above the top of the recliner arm.) Whatever it is he and Andy suspect is out there has no chance. 



[Sorry for the late posting today. The last photo took a long, long time to show up in my e-mail, and I felt it was necessary for the story.]


Post 1670: catch as catch can…

Andy is easy enough to photograph lately…

…but Dougy’s been hard to get! Yep, he either moves during the shoot or holds his head down, hiding his eyes. 

Post 1669: Andy on high alert…


“Horns” up, a look of such intensity you want to look away from Andy, but…


…it’s just a prelude to a vigorous daily grooming session.

Post 1668: You go, kitty!


Wow! Andy’s really going for the it! Clean that ruff, kitty!

Post 1667: Dougy likes/ dislikes brushing.


The longer my Persian kitty boys’ hair grows, the more they need brushing. Dougy generally love, love, loves it, and will hop up on his ottoman to be brushed when I pat the ottoman three times. 

I usually catch mats early enough that I can pull them apart with my fingers, then brush out the spot to get any loose hair. Sometimes, though, I miss the mat and snag it with my steel-toothed grooming comb. That upsets Dougy, reasonably enough! See his tail after the latest “incident”! 


Post 1666: Andy in low light…

“Well, that sow’s ear is starting to look like a purse! Sort of….” When you have poor light and black kitties, you learn to settle for what you get photographically!

Post 1665: The kitty boys can behave…!


Andy and Dougy share the recliner without incident.

[Andy, on back; Dougy, on seat]


“Brother Dear,” says Dougy, “Won’t you please join me in some jolly kitty play?!” “Perhaps in a moment, Dear Brother,” responds Andy, “Can you wait a moment while I clean my ‘precious’?” “It will be an eternity, Brother Dear,” sobs Dougy.

Whose kitties are these? They usually chase each other off the recliner.

Post 1664: sneaking up…!

Minding their own business for a change. Dougy (left) and Andy join me in our little meeting place, Dougy on his ottoman, Andy on his end table, and me on the glide rocker. What could go wrong?


Woo hoo! Me giving Andy “wuv” (love) when he doesn’t want the attention! I’m “skritching” the darling kitty boy whether he wants it or not!


Mwahahaha! Now I move on to “scritch attack” Douglas! 

I enjoy surprising the kitty boys with “wuv”.