Henry needs his space (and his box).
Ragtag Daily Prompt: Obstreperous
Tag: cat
Sami, a captain’s cat
This is Sami, short for Samuel, and he is Captain Spiridon’s cat at Marathi Beach in Crete.
When Spiridon docks his boat at Marathi he calls out to Sami and the cat comes, takes his food and water, and then lies on the boat totally trusting that none of the tourists surrounding him will step on him.
Monday Portrait
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It’s happening daily
Henry, our cat, confronts me. When he is hungry, when he wants to be left alone, when he doesn’t want to be left alone, when he wants to cuddle (seldom), when he doesn”t want to cuddle (more often), when I try to brush him, when he brings a mouse, when he doesn’t bring a mouse … He doesn’t hold back with his opinions.
Ragtag Daily Prompt: Catfrontation
Living with a killer
It is not easy to admit. But if you live with a half-way normal outdoor cat you live with a serial killer. Henry is a half-way normal cat. He does not discriminate when it comes to his victims. His favourite prey are mice. I guess … Continue reading Living with a killer
Is it …
a genius way to dispose of pizza boxes at a popular place for outings and picnics? or a place where cats can collect their new bed and hiding place whenever they need one? FOWC with Fandango: Boxes
Alas, the Times Are Changing.
Last on the card of my mobile phone. – Ever since we’ve moved into our current flat we’ve been feeding the neighours cat, Johnny. When our Henry moved in eight years ago he was already an elderly gentleman of 10 years. For both those cats … Continue reading Alas, the Times Are Changing.
The wilderness in my backyard
Another “free” week at Monochrome Madness. These are photos I took just outside our bedroom. Including a stalking predator.
Reverse personality
Not a split one, a reverse one. This is my reversible plushie. With the new car I needed a new keyfob. And I need a BIG keyfob so that I find the key immediately and don’t have to scramble in my bag for minutes until … Continue reading Reverse personality
The Stalker
Last year in Sardinia our grandson and I went for an early morning walk. In a stretch of woods, away from the beach, we noticed we were being watched. Somebody was following us from the safety of the thicket. Maybe his stalking us was meant … Continue reading The Stalker
The sun reveals it
Henry is not really a black cat.
But either way: Hush! Don’t disturb him. It’s
Silent Sunday
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