Kelly McCullough

Is this a plate which I see before me, its concavity towards my nose?

Roll over Shakespeare, you gotta hear it again today.

Roll over Shakespeare, and tell Marlowe you lose.

Is that what you’re doing? It sounded more like maiming the Bard.

Hmph. Thy very stonewares prate of my whereabouts…is that a bug?

Here we go…

It is a bug! Also, I’m stuck.

I can’t believe he’s one of my role models. I am going to grow up so weird.

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.