Orange

Both the cat and the curtain!

R & R

That is something I desperately need. Luckily I have tomorrow off, so I can get at least a small amount of rest and relaxation. I got home at 3 AM last night (or I guess it would be more accurate to say this morning) from work. Another wedding reception. And then I have to be in at 3 PM today for a huge graduation party. What kind of high school graduate invites 150 people to their graduation party? Seriously? I had maybe 20 at mine. Jeez.

Feline Feature

Wow, it seems like this past week has just flown by. I can't believe it's that time again; for the Feline Feature!

This week's choice is an old one of George, taken at my house during college. I just love the expression on his face; it's so classic George!

Feline Feature

It's that time of the week again . . . for the

Feline Feature Photo!


This particular photo isn't that great, compositionally and technically speaking, but I love it anyways, because of the close placement of George's head and the side of the window frame. The photo could appropriately be titled "Cats Sleep In the Darnedest Places". Now that doesn't look terribly comfortable to me, but when George sleeps, he sleeps hard. Maybe he doesn't even notice. Who knows. Cats are odd.

Feline Feature

As it's raining and miserable outside and I'm therefore bored (I canceled my cable service as my roommate J is moving out this weekend and I will no longer be able to afford such luxuries), I've been killing time by going through old pictures on my little Canon point-and-shoot digital camera. I freely admit it, there is an overwhelming majority of cat pictures. Apparently my cats are all I ever take pictures of (I can't help it, they're just so cute!). Anyways, as there are so many that more than a few aren't half bad, I've decided to institute a new feature of this blog: The Feline Feature! Every week I will choose one of the better shots of one of the cats to feature. Since today is Thursday, I am arbitrarily choosing Thursdays to implement this new wonderful profile. Now, you attentive readers might remember that only two of the three cats currently residing in my apartment are mine, so that would imply that one will soon be leaving with J. Well, for the next nine months I have temporary ownership of the third, and craziest, cat. My roommate is taking a (miraculously) paid internship at some sort of bird research foundation, studying and tracking wild cranes. They are providing housing at the research place and no pets are allowed (probably afraid they will eat the cranes), so Malaika is staying with me, Mouse, and George for the foreseeable future. Lucky me. I swear, that cat is systematically destroying this apartment.


And now, for the first time ever on this blog, the Feline Feature Photo!

(I realize that for continuity's sake I should probably spell "Photo" with an "F" but I hate it when people do that, it really irritates me and I refuse to ever be that cutesy)

The subject here is my Georgie. This picture is one of my particular favorites, hence the choice of putting it up first. I like to think of this as a portrait, because it really shows George's personality (and don't even try to argue that cats can't have personalities, because I will never believe you). I used the black-and-white option, which is one of the things I like so much about the little mainstream point-and-shoot digital cameras, they make features like that easy! But one of the reasons I like this shot so much is that even though it's in black and white, you can still almooooost see the color of George's eyes and face.

Catpaw

My cat George was giving himself a bath, with this paw stuck up in the air like this. I just couldn't resist!

If you are wondering why I would name my cat "George," well, the answer is that I didn't. Please. Like I would really name my pet something so lame. Give me some credit for being more creative than that! My mom did it. George was our family's cat first, and when my parents got him as a kitten he was really sickly and little and kind of funny looking. My mom got the crazy idea that he looked like Boy George, so that's what she named him. I thought it was ridiculous, so I usually called him "Georgie," which is much cuter and fits his personality much better. Now I call him a lot of things, because I'm really bad about nicknames. I always give my animals a lot of nicknames. Some of my current favorites for George are: Peorgie, Mellow Yellow, Submarine Kitty, Cuddlebug, and Dork. Now, if some of these don't seem exactly complimentary, they aren't. But the thing about me is, the more I insult someone, the more I like them. Yes I'm strange. I think it's got something to do with my family and the way they raised me, because they all insult each other on a regular basis. So coming from me, insults are a good thing! Isn't that nice to know?