No captions today. Just kitties soaking up sun for the one who is gone.
Category: Friday Cat Blogging
Farewell Princess
Last night a grand dame of the cat world left us. Princess was the cat of my friend Neil Gaiman. She was a once-wild, wonderful, fierce, old lady with a mean streak a mile wide and fur like white silk. She sent more than one person to the hospital, and spilled my blood on at least one memorable occasion. She was beautiful and tough and more than half a creature of faery. She was also my friend—I visited her nearly daily while borrowing Neil’s running paths—and I loved her dearly. I will miss her, as I know Neil will, along with a whole lot of other people. She touched many lives in her twenty-two-plus years. Because I haven’t the heart for words right now, here are some of my favorite pictures of her (a few have captions because they insisted on it, but most don’t):
This is the very first picture I ever took of her in January of 2011
She loved to drink out of the tap, and insisted that the humans oblige her
She wasn’t often cuddly, but was very fierce about it when she was
This is my favorite shot of her
Because some pictures must be shared
She started drinking out of my glass when she was too tired to go down to the sink
Simply beautiful
She was so fierce
Pretty sure she was trying to figure out how she’d reach the gas pedal
With her long time housemate Coconut
Sleeping in the library
Claiming me for her own
And this is the last picture I took of her—napping on my lap shortly before leaving us
Goodbye Princess, you had a hell of run
Friday Cat Blogging
My monkey is not in here, have you seen my monkey?
I see dead monkeys!
My monkey is kind of blurry…or that might be the vodka…
I haz a monkey, and you don’t.
I want a monkey too!
I eat monkeys.
The monkeys took all the good chairs*. 🙁
*Special guest cat courtesy of Scott Lynch.
Friday Cat Blogging
I am very unsure about my toes.
I am very unsure about this ledge.
I am very unsure about becoming a bridge.
I am very unsure about the width of this radiator bench.
I am very unsure about the other cat.
I am very unsure about me too.
I am very unsure about the cameraman.
I am very unsure about last night’s whiskey.
I am very unsure if this radiator will keep me safe.
Be sure that it won’t.
Friday Cat Blogging: Mug Shots
Kitty Mug Shots Edition
Arrested for: Moping with intent
Arrested for: Advanced thuggery, but really regrets it.
Arrested for:Sleeping on the grass
Arrested for: Dude, is that catnip!
Arrested for: Drunk and disorderly
Arrested for: Devouring the souls of the living
Friday Cat Blogging (Belated)
Give in to your hatred, Luke.
How many times do we have to tell you you’re not Darth Vader?
How can anyone care about that movie anymore when there’s a new chair on the porch?
Couch over porch any day. The toes know, the toes know.
The toes know? Is that like a zen thing?
No, but I am a Zen thing. The Zen of behind the radiator.
Friday Cat Blogging
Go way! Dreaming.
Dreaming of things she put on the shopping list perhaps?*
I is dreaming of the existential horror of being devoured by my own toes.
You are one strange neurotic little cat…
I’z dreaming of being a giant panther!
Good luck with that…
I am dreaming of the taste of your soul.
Bonus friday cat doggerel written about our late and much loved Spot.
Why?
Because: A) “cat doggerel” is fun to say. B) I found it in the glove compartment
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*Shopping list art actually by Matt Kuchta—who left it there when we weren’t looking.
Friday Cat Blogging, FimbulWinter Edition
What the hell is that white stuff coming from the sky? It can’t be snow, it’s May!
Noooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Wait, what now? That can’t be right.
There is no snow on the couch. There is no snow on the couch.
There is no snow on the couch…….
Ima sleep here and be cute till it goes away. ‘kay?
Jus’ having a little confab with Mr Toilet brush. I whiskey there was shnow. Hic.
At last my eebul plans come to fruition. FimbulWinter is begun. I can reveal my true…
Wait, I’ve just been informed I’m not Loki God of Eebul. Damn. Wake me for summer.
Friday Cat Blogging
Not so sure about this new tower style litter box…
Argh! That which has been seen cannot be unseen. Grosssssss!
We’re judging you for your litter box humor.
Look over there, a ctulhu-yeti!
Wait, what the hell was that?
Dude, have you ever really looked at a cobweb, because, like, whoooah!
Things are really strange at Chez McCullough…
Yes, yes, they are.
Friday Cat Blogging
LASER treat tracking systems emgaged.
There were treats and nobody woke me?
You snooze, you no gets treats. Sorry. Iz because rulez.
Did someone say zomezing aboutzzz…oh, never mindzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzz
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
I have nothing but disdain for your petty cute picture taking ways, thumb-monkey.
What the heck? Someone said treats. Then there were naps, and now no treats. Confuzed.
I am not a cat, more like a very small dragon, but I too like treats….
Dragon? Hmph, I eat dragons for breakfast.
