What cats find comfortable baffles me, though my boy is particularly fond of cardboard boxes, even moreso than the average cat. I call them his square cardboard wombs.
Do notice the Zappo’s box – they contained my birthday shoes, Megans by Dansko:
Study: Aeneas, Part 3
Modelling is boring, he tells me.
Study: Aeneas, Part 2
Another super close-up of my handsome boy.
Aeneas’ left ear, for your amusement (but not his).
Study: Aeneas
I took a series of my lovely, patient Aeneas recently, & I’ll be sharing them over the next weeks.
Here’s his right eyeball, for starters.
The Joys of a Small Apartment
We have a rather small apartment – or at least quite a full one – so we eat at a table right next to the couch. I think we’ve long gotten past the idea that we’re ingesting fur with our food, sometimes.
Killing the Aliens
Aeneas as a young cat, helping his other parent kill on-screen aliens.
(& Happy Birthday Brian!)
We Don't Really Know
Since we got the boys when they were already somewhere around 16 weeks old, and we got them in September, we really don’t know when their birthday is – except that we know it’s sometime around now.
Happy 6th Birthday to Aeneas and Endymion, then!
In this picture, they’re about 4 months old. See those big ears and big paws? Ah, the shape of things to come.
It's Official
I think I’ve officially made the category of crazy cat lady. Every birthday card I received had a picture of a cat on it.
This situation has been in the making since I was 11, when my 6th grade teacher gave me a beautiful coffee table book of cat photos which I still have. The weirder thing is that I grew up with a blue and an orange tabby, and now we have two blues and an orange tabby. I’m not sure if that means we have to get another blue next, or another tabby.
First we’d have to get a bigger place, either way.
Thanks, everyone, for the cards.
Happy Birthday Dad.
In honor of my dad, who is the Holder of All Records Involving Eating, a photo of big Endymion, walking away full, while Aeneas continues to chow down & Aurora eyes him suspiciously.
Happy 78th, Pops.
Me and All of Them
Betty is obviously the one taking the picture, or she’d be in the shot, too.