Staying at home not only helps save lives, it also gives one an opportunity to snap some neat cat pictures. My living room faces east, so gets the morning light. Light is most essential when you have a black cat, it also shrinks the pupils in her eyes, making them greener. Normally I would be at work at this time.
Here are some pics of Pepper supervising me while I’m homeworking.
Those damn birds outside.
Wearing the ribbon with a little bell from Lindt chocolate Easter bunny.
I’ve not been on my blog for a few days and so it passed me by that it was its birthday on 2nd September.
I get “dry” phases when I don’t post on my blog (because I don’t have anything to post, or I don’t know what to post or I’m too tired to post). This time around it’s not exactly the case as there is something I want to post about, only it’s more text-heavy so, as is ever the case with me and writing, it’s going to take me time to come up with the words.
Well that’s it, I don’t have anything else. Here’s my cat in a box:
You are the Great Cat, the avenger of the gods, and the judge of words, and the president of the sovereign chiefs and the governor of the holy Circle; you are indeed the Great Cat.
inscription on tomb in the valley of the kings
It’s actually my cat Pepper. But all cats think they’re gods so who’s to say she isn’t?
Please, if you’re reading this and and are looking to adopt a cat from a shelter–consider a black cat. They are the ones that are most difficult to find home for. People still have some prejudices about them (though how can you claim to be a cat lover and have prejudice about black cats, I don’t get) and also, I read somewhere that, apparently, another reason is that “they don’t photograph well so they don’t look good on Instagram.” If that is true, then… well, check out my blog.
As you can see, it is perfectly possible to take nice pics of black cats. And that was taken with just my smartphone, not a DSLR camera. You just need a lot of light. I was really lucky to get that shot, it was Saturday morning and sunlight was pouring into my bedroom and she was sitting on the window sill. It’s probably my best picture of her.
It’s the 7th day of the new year and by now, I should have posted a photograph of something to do with sky–sunrise or sunset or perhaps a moon, as I usually do at this time of year. I’m not doing that because I have no such picture; I’ve not taken up my camera this year yet. So, instead, here’s the photo of my cat Pepper, being a, well, cat.
I try to post pictures of my Pepper only when it’s appropriate–this is not a cat blog. At least I pretend I’m in charge. Of course, Pepper only looks at me like, are you kittin’ me? Any cat owner knows we don’t boss them, they boss us.
So, you know how cats do this thing when they suddenly, without warning, go berserk and run round like crazy for no reason. Apparently it’s to do with them conserving too much energy, which they need to burn. (Tough I personally prefer the more interesting theory of cats chasing ghosts or aliens.) Pepper likes to do this on weekend or Bank Holiday mornings when I sleep late and chill in bed. She shoots from one end to the other (I live in a tiny flat) then stops at my bed and frantically attacks the bedstead with her claws. It could be described as something like this: wobb wobb wobb whoosh d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-r chachadada bang hooo and I realised, hey, it sounds like a dubstep song!
I love this tune. It also features one of my favourite artists–Dizzee Rascal. Enjoy!
She has given me a lot. Most importantly, she made me realise I was a cat person. I didn’t know I was a cat person for 33 years, until she decided she was going to live with us. Imagine had she never decided to come to live with us, I would have lived and died not knowing I was a cat person. That is quite something.
Also, if it wasn’t for her, I would not have known what great creatures cats are. Because they’re out of this world. Almost.
Though I have to disagree with people who claim that cats want to take over the world. There’s no need for cats to plot world domination, because they already have it. They domesticated themselves on their own terms and they pretty much do what they want. Humans feed them, love them, pet them, take pictures of them and post them on the internet. We are practically their slaves. So there.
River Danube in Devin, a village near my home town of Bratislava, Slovakia. The other bank belongs to Austria. I still remember how hot it was on that day, which helps with the freezing weather we’ve been having lately. I think it looks quite peaceful–and what’s better than a peace of mind?
Though my mind is mostly made up of a lot of nonsense and random memories.
Another idea I had for this weekly challenge was the feline mind.
What is a cat thinking indeed? That we will never know, probably. The popular idea seems to be world domination, but to be honest, cats pretty much rule the world anyway. They do what they want and humans feed them and pet them and anything more is just too much hard work. Besides, how are you gonna organise cats?
Other than that…
Game of Thrones is on my mind A LOT, ‘cos I’m such a fan. Scratch that, I’m obsessed with it. As Season 6 approaches, that state intensifies, especially as it’s looking like we’re not getting Winds of Winter anytime soon.
How do you say “all pictures must be taken” in Valyrian? State of Mind
Here she’s chilling on the plastic bag (with Lego logo) on the sofa.
And here she’s in the box. She’s had a few boxes that she chewed to pieces but I think this one’s for keeps.
We never exactly decided to get a cat, she sort of came to us and we’ve had her for two years now. Maybe it’s true about cats owning people instead of people owning cats. They’re certainly wonderful creatures. You know how they say, ancient Egyptians used to worship cats and cats have still not forgotten about that.