I am sleepy, an effect that is enhanced and encouraged by my current environment of fireglow, oversized sweater, bearded companion and loving family, and also-sleepy pets. We are reading and sipping and munching and laughing. Some of us have our eyes closed when they are not penning this blog entry.
I am giving you this: a post-Christmas, pre-2012 pile of cats. Snuggle on in.
Information for potential adopters: this cat would most likely be good with small children.
also from PAM
What do you get when a laperm cat and a munchkin cat go on a date and get married and love each other forever and ever? THESE GUYS.
Jess is my incredible cousin and, as her mother (Zookster) will affirm– the matriarch of cool. She gave me the aforementioned cat mug for Christmas and with it I will toast her and this Lost Cat submission.
Extra toes on each foot!! Tessie, I hope you come home soon.
from CIOCI TINA
My finest cat lady aunt, the woman from whom I glean much feline and otherwise inspiration, sent along the following image, writing,
Caught my boys looking so sweet this morning, just had to take a photo.
Oh, you guys.
It’s our last night in not-Brooklyn for a while, and our time away has been a bit of a tease, a taste of the sort of things we’ve left behind, traded for a while. To the south there are tall trees and boat rides at dusk where the thin beach disappears and the moon licks the surface of the lake which blends with the bay which will become the sea and there is a piping woodstove and late dinners and the loving faces that bear the origins of my Bearded Companion and the smiley dog and the handsome cat. To the north there are Scrabble marathons and fields forged by glaciers and cans of seltzer water and there are my siblings and my parents and the snake dog and the winking cat and the dozing Christmas tree, which Momcat swears will last until Easter, again.
We are of the city, for now, and we have swapped trees for buildings and sleepy Sundays for a perpetual light and sound show and a 5-days-a-week Taco Happy Hour.
There are cats in both places.
There will be a day, soon, when we will return to the forest and give our senses back their quietude. We will sleep cold with windows open to hear the surf or the river rush past the sand and rocks. I will wear mocassins. We will step outside and breathe the air and pay the bills. That will be the day we will have workspace and bookshelves and a front door and a backyard of some measure and I will have a garden and get a newspaper.
That will be the day I get my cat.