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I going for magical adventure in my submarine!
Cool plan, little dude, welcome to turtle land!
Did you see a turtle go by the little mesh tube “submarine”?!
Yep. Seeing, having trouble believing.
Turtle power is magic, my little dudes.
Actually, I’m finding the whole magic submarine thing very…soothing.
Chill out, magic up, turtle out, my fuzzy dudes!
Hellooo there!
Guest cats rock!
Actually, I’m too old for this paparazzi shit.
Right there with you, dude.
But we are devastatingly cute and need celebrating.
He has a point there.
I’m ready for my closeup Mr. DeMille.
Guest cats mostly provided by our good friends Stewart and Jim. The rest were provided by chance.
Why did the cat cross the road?
The hell…
What? That was totally a cat. Trust me.
I am dubious.
I am hungry. Which is to say, let’s invite the “cat” over for supper.
I can work with that.________________________ Me too.
Now hang on one cotton peckin’ minute…
I’m so confused…but I too would like to me the new “cats.” NOW!
We’re thinking of getting the band back together again.
Seriously?!
Yeah, my backup singers, while colorful, just aren’t y’all.
I hear you need a new bassist…
Sure, why not. Let’s do the album cover.
I don’t know why the other cats don’t like me. I’z cute!
Also a bit of jerk, but the thumb-monkey likes him, so, I guess…
He don’t bother me, I won’t smack him silly. Final offer.
All right, I’m in, but where did he go?
I sense a disturbance…
I’m baaaaaaack!
Oh ghods, this is a horror movie.
Pardon me, but are you sure? I signed on for a romantic comedy.
Hey, fellow cats, I have found endless waterz!
I also like waterz. Hmmm.
Mmmmm, waterz are good. Move over.
You too should try waterz!
Can I have waterz? I like waterz! Plz plz plz?
Too much to drink, I’ve started seeing kittens. Also head not happy.
Hello, Sweeties!
What in the everloving name of Bast is that?
I think it’s a…kitten.
How dare they!
I dunno man, but I’m laying claim to the food and the high ground.
Continuing my long photo tribute to the fabulous and much missed Chamomile Kitty, AKA the Snorflepuss, the Snuggler, and so many other names. Part one is here. And here’s part two.
Always happy to be riding a monkey.
The sun is not bright enough, and I am being let know I should fix it.
Now, that’s the right level of sun.
This makes me think she’s about to tell the world a secret.
Some friends dropped this bed off for us to pass along to other friends. Roughly 15 seconds later, Chamomile claimed it.
Chilling with her favorite sunset buddy.
This is my zoom meeting chair which she always claimed as soon as I moved.
Apparently that shelf is C for cat.
The tail!
Hanging with Wooster.
She was always very respectful of other people’s food.
Gravity dude!
You may kiss my toe beans, supplicant.
The expression.
Hello there, have you considered the benefits of cat worship?
Blep.
What do you mean “inconvenient”?
Snoring away.
In later years she often slept paw extended like this.
Ahhhh.
That’s the spot.
I call caboose.
I see you.
Why would I want to use sun screen?
Teefs, meet glasses.
MONKEY, WHY ARE YOU OUTSIDE WITHOUT ME?!
Chin up.
It’s CATS all the way down.
She always loved sleeping on the mailbox.
I loved the looped tail.
I claim this hand in the name of moi.
I am discontent, thumb-monkey.
Much better.
Lick.
Backup on the I-5
Such a goof.
This a portrait my aunt painted of her a few months ago. I love it.
My last picture of her, smiling and happy on the deck in the sun, exactly as I want to remember her.
Continuing my long photo tribute to the fabulous and much missed Chamomile Kitty, AKA the Snorflepuss, the Snuggler, and so many other names. Part one is here.
She could be VERY demanding about getting her proper amount snuggling.
With a little help from her friends.
And the longer version of that same shot to point up just how ridiculous her position is.
You wouldn’t take my box from me, would you?
Hanging with me in my studio.
Posing on the library ladder.
Did I mention that she was a snot fountain? Because this was not an uncommon sight.
Lying down was always an exercise in risking your ability to ever be allowed to get up again.
She quite liked the cat tower my mom gave us, both inside…
And out.
Though, she wasn’t entirely sure about sharing.
She made friends easily, and concrete cat was there for her day…
And night.
Why you wake me up, thumb-monkey.
Extreme sleeping.
Here she is asleep on the mailbox.
This was taken outside by the fire table and she was super happy.
Apparently juggling balls make great pillows.
Here she is doing important committee work with the Committee for Feline Domination.
Sleepy baby.
This is her “Come over here so I can climb on your shoulder!” face.
I believe she was rubbing her nose on my eyelashes here.
She always loved it when I hold still for movies or games.
Such a sweet face.
This would be helping me pack.
Snuffle the eyelashes.
Excuse me, good sir, but why are we awake?
Shoulder cat.
Laying on my chest and utterly content. (both of us)
Getting in a last nap before the sun sets.
Excuse me, good sir, but might you have a cat treat about you?
Hoping for treats.
Waiting to be let out on the screen porch and baffled that it hasn’t happened yet.
Book ends and I love that they both have completely dorky expressions here.
That face.
She was pretty much the only cat I would let climb onto my bare chest like this (I was fresh out of the hot tub). She was always so gentle with her claws.
She loved to help Laura with puzzles.
Again, it’s the expression that makes me love this shot.
So dedicated to sleep.
That’s it for today. I’ll probably do one more.