Hey! What’s that shutter noise?!
Get that camera out of my face!
The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Silence.
Tag: cat
Treating myself and others
It’s still dark outside but this early morning treat gets me going. For years I couldn’t drink coffee without the most severe heartburn, now that I can drink it again without problems, I consider it special.
Henry gets special treats occasionally and he likes it just as much as the next cat. He wears his feelings on the cheek, so to speak.
And is it too early to talk of Easter? [Yes, it is! even if the stores think otherwise.]
These are chocolate treats and not really special in Germany. Around Easter time they are rather commonplace. What makes them unusual are their looks: they represent cockchafer beetles, heralds of spring, and not, as horrified English visitors have remarked, cockroaches.
Finally, only yesterday Nancy had asked for tasty treats for her A Photo a Week Challenge (great minds think alike! – check out her site and the contributions) and I posted this photo:
Friendly Friday: Special Treats.
Let’s gow, don’t be slow!
Miaow!
Look at my claw!
It’s definitely a match for this eagle’s claw – who, btw, eats his meat raw.
More claws, in bronze and iron, black and rust.
Personally, I prefer little claws with little birds attached. I just wish those swallows weren’t so high up, and I so low!
Cee’s Midweek Madness: Letter W at the End.
Break up
Luckily this break up did not lead to the break up of Henry’s relationship with me. I bought a new teapot. And placed it further back on the shelf. I should also add that Henry hasn’t been on the shelf since then. At least not when I am around.
Bringing Up Baby
Our cat Henry is no leopard. Mr Eklastic and I are no Gary Grant and Katherine Hepburn either. Then again, if Howard Hawks had directed us who knows …
That’s my last movie square and my favourite – because Henry who was so cute when he was a baby and because I love screwball comedies. And the German title of the movie is Leopards shouldn’t be kissed when translated back.
The successor of Kater Murr
The writer in the family, Henry, prefers writing by paw although he can also use the keyboard of the computer.
Sometimes finding the right words is agony.
But once the work is done he can sleep the sleep of the just.
Kater Murr is the feline fictional writer of the autobiography The Life and Opinions of the Tomcat Murr. Murr, who is a proper fuddy-duddy of his time (early 19th century), writes his thoughts about his life and life in general on scrap paper he finds. On the flipsides of the papers are the fragments of a biography of the musician Kreisler, where ETA Hoffmann, the German Romantic-era author, set down his thoughts on art. The whole novel contrasts these two lives on opposite sides of the scale, it offers deep intellectual insights on Hoffmann’s ideas about art and aesthetics on the one hand, and humourous and wild anecdotes of the life of a tomcat.
Linked to the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Write.
You are not really seeing me
Linked to Friday Fun: Hiding.
The shadow stalking the backyard
Linked to the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Shadows.
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