Tag Archives: Cats

I am heading up to NJ tomorrow morning to spend the holiday with my family for the first time in three years. I must say, I did not miss the drive. And while my sister-in-law is a great cook, I’m … Continue reading →

My mother had a sneaking suspicion that Tig might be hiding under her bed yesterday. We lifted up the cover (just to be sure that there wasn’t some other orange, fluffy-tailed critter in my guest room). And found the culprit. … Continue reading →

First, Gracie, in her best “Worship me” pose: Next, Tig, doing his best to pose for a portrait: If this blog was wider, they could be bookends.

Tig’s pumpkin orange, on orange paper, on the black background of my leather sofa—and yowling. He couldn’t get much more Halloween kitty without being frightened, and, well, I wouldn’t do that just to get a picture.

As I’ve been nursing a sore throat all day, I haven’t accomplished much. Well, except for, since I really couldn’t do anything else, backing up every single photo I’ve taken since 2002, except for the ones I lost in the … Continue reading →

I meant to do this yesterday, but I was rather busy. First, we have Miss Gracie, in a very revealing pose, proving that cats know everything, and they just pretend they don’t understand what we want them to do. Really, … Continue reading →

And remember, children: Dignity, always dignity. Two pictures of Tig. First: Dignity. Second: Not so much.

Pamela requested kitty pictures. Gee, twist my arm. I can’t put the p-word into the title. But check out some of these poses by Mr. Tig. First, the view from my office chair earlier this week. Or was it last … Continue reading →

It’s been busy, but I do have some cat pictures taken here in Beit Yourish. First, a study in Tig, taken this afternoon: Then we have Gracie, looking like a Kliban cat with slightly glowing eyes. Gracie is finally starting … Continue reading →

Because the previous post has the world’s ugliest man, here are some of the world’s cutest kitties: Hey you broke it! Moore’s picture broke my computer. Tig doesn’t care. My chair. I say, MY chair. Gracie isn’t allowing me to … Continue reading →

Mr. Tig is a sloppy drunk. When I got him home from the vet after being snipped, for the next 24 hours, Tig simply would not leave me alone. He napped, and woke, and napped, but every time he woke, … Continue reading →

It’s that time in every young, male cat’s life that they would dread, if only they knew it was time to dread it. Yes, that’s right. Tig got snipped today. He is currently sleeping on the blanket that hangs off … Continue reading →

Been recovering from latest iteration of Stomach Bug (yes, yes, I know, I’m prone to them, and I wish I weren’t). No posts, just kitty pictures. Pull my tail This one was taken today. I am in awe of Tig’s … Continue reading →

I wrote a lot about Tig while he was dying (as well as tons while he was alive and healthy), but I couldn’t bring myself to write much about his last day. Not when it happened, not shortly afterward, not … Continue reading →

Lots of pictures from which to choose (I am feeling very Strunk & White this morning, if not positively Funk & Wagnalls.) But I chose, and here they are: Urban Sprawl It’s a common sight, and one that never ceases … Continue reading →

Herschel is one of my longtime regulars. Chico was his. Chico Jan. 8, 1988-July 30, 2008

When last we mentioned Tig’s particular, ah, ailment, it was under control. The antibiotic ear goop that the vet prescribed had cleared up his gastrointestinal upsets, and the kitty flatulence was conquered. Or so we thought. Tig started getting more … Continue reading →

Meryl’s new sheets, decorated with cats. First, Mr. Tig, who found something to do while I was in the shower yesterday. Then Miss Gracie, who wants you all to know that she looks even more beautiful on my new sheets … Continue reading →