[Sighting: Maori Hill, Dunedin, NZ]
Some of the time, I am composed, physically-fit, well-read, graceful, and politically informed.
Most of the time I am like this:
I reverted to this state on a recent spring evening, when Jake and I were on our way home from a jog. (SIDE NOTE: I CAN RUN WITHOUT STOPPING FOR 2.4 MILES NOW– NEW WORLD RECOOOORRRRRRDDDDDDD.) When I spotted this beauty.
I’ve seen this particular animal before, and I have gasped similarly on those occasions– “OHHHHHHH, who’s a kitty!” Luckily, this time we had a camera and there was no owner in sight. GOOD TO GO.
Like Gutter Cat, The Cat With the Tortoiseshell Coat was suuuuuper move-y, and therefore difficult to photograph, but we did our best, and this is what we came up with. Luckily, for as much as he is move-y, he is equally AWESOME. Very sweet, very cuddly, very snuggly against our loving, outstretched hands, and very eager to play our games– it just so happened that Jake had a length of rope in his pocket (that he’d just been using to play with a mouse, which he would later chew on….which are both other stories).
You might have noticed that many cats featured on this blog have been “sighted” in Maori Hill, the suburb where we’re currently living and therefore cat-searching. It should be noted that we leave the hill– often, actually. BUT THIS IS JUST WHERE THE CATS HANG OUT. Which is super convenient for me. Cats galore! Hooray.
We both tried, very much in vain, to pet the kitty for long enough to gather satisfactory photographic evidence. Like I said— this did not go so well.
Finally, horribly, embarrassingly, Jake managed to snag this one. It may be the most truly representative photograph of myself that I’ve ever seen.
Long live the cats in this neighborhood! I hope to “catch” the one that gazed after me with a look of sexual longing next time…..on zee cat blog.