Many moods of many cats...

Many moods of many cats...

Many people believe cats are indifferent

I say they are not paying attention

Cats love you so much they are over come by it.
They are like, I love you so much I have thrown myself to the ground and I am rolling around
I love you so, much I might eat you...
I am grabbing your fingers biting, licking and chewing on them.
Then I look around, What am I doing?
Possibly, I run away.
I love you so much, sometimes, I must follow you every where
you go.
Winding about your legs, sitting on your lap when ever you sit down.
Or, on your book or computer.
I love you so much I am purring and my whole body is vibrating!
I sit quietly behind or beside you content just to be near.
If I am an anxious type, I may push you with my head and run away self consciously.
I am nestled in the covers beside you, or sprawled out belly in the air.
I am wrapped around your head, chewing your hair or burying my little head in your shoulder.
I love you so, much when you make music I might sing along or even try to play the piano.
If I go hunting I share it with you, I scare away or catch mice in and about the house.
I might like to ride on your shoulder, and
I may tear you up trying to get there.
I love you so much, I reach out and put a tiny paw on your cheek, gazing into your eyes...
For a second the claws come out, just to remind you
You are mine
I will not let you go.
I once met a cat so smart, he, gave me a warning when I was giving him a bath,
Instead of going crazy and running away
He bit my hand with out hurting me then he looked up at me as if to say...
Enough, you are crossing that line and you know it.

It was hard to tell how he felt the rest of the time...

More photos...

Cool tree, my cat Rosella who always looks like she is scared or trying to scare you...and Grey Beauty plus, some of the story about how they came into our lives...
Rosella came from the humane society. I bought her as a present for my daughter for Christmas. I picked her up to pet her at the humane society. She was friendly and purry. She was also the largest one as far as kittens go. We had 2 large dogs so, I wanted one that could defend themselves. Rosie, couldn't come home right away because, she had not been spayed. One of the people who worked there pointed out another kitten. He was a tiny grey puffball that curled up into my neck and put a lump on my throat immediately. I talked about the dogs but, they said he was feisty. I decided to get them both. The humane society is depressing I didn't want to leave anyone there. Plus, Grey Beauty as my daughter later named him could come home right away.
Well Dahlia and Grey Beaty became the best of friends. He was feisty and friendly. He enjoyed riding on peoples shoulders even when he weighed 19 pounds. Sometimes just leaping onto your back from the floor which could really hurt. Dahlia at that time used to call petting him vibrating him. He became a kind of a surrogate mother to another kitten we got later. Eventually to a bunch of kittens earning the name Uncle Beauty.He also defended his territory and friends faithfully even though he was pretty regularly getting his behind kicked by our neighbor's really tough black and white cat and also had allergies.
Poor Rosella, I don't know what happened. After she was spayed we brought her home. First she lived under my bed. Then upstairs with my room mate for a bit. One day she got out side. At first I thought she was agoraphobic. After she moved out side, she became a normal cat. You could even pet her. She just didn't come inside. After a while we moved. We had to start again. She lived in the basement and you could only pet her if she sat on a specific pillow. Moved again twice...now, Rosella is almost a normal cat. Inside, out side, all over the house, follows me around and loves to keep me company when I play the piano. She sits on my lap when I write and behind me when I play or practice.
Rest in peace Grey Beauty...

Tiena...

There are probably going to be a lot of posts like this because, I am cleaning like crazy so, I am finding all kinds of things. This is my cat Tiena who came to me from some people I knew when I was young. I thought of them as cousins but, I think they were just friends of the family. They all had white hair and I think they were all girls. Very girly girls! Originally, I was going to get a cat from the humane society as a birthday present. Back then the humane society would not give you a cat if any one in the house hold was allergic. This is kind of a depressing story. Any way, I picked out a little fluffy orange kitten. But, wound up with hives all over my face. So, we had to leave with no kitten. Strangely, I don't remember being allergic to cats before then. I think maybe I had had allergies my whole life but, no-one knew where they came from. My cousins felt bad so, they mentioned their cat Squirt. I hope that little orange cat had a decent life some where. We brought Squirt home and named her Tiena.Tiena lived to be 19 years old. She was soft as a bunny rabbit. When I got her she was a maniac and no-one could catch her or pet her. I managed to tame her after a lot of effort also, I sort of grew out of my allergies in the process. I think eventually she let other people pet her but, really only would sit on my lap. She ran a way during one of the coldest Michigan winters and came back 6 months later a giant puff ball of fur with skin and bones underneath. When I lived in New Orleans she hung out with all the stray cats and occasionally invited them in! She had free reign going in and out because, it was not possible to keep her inside. She would dive out the top of a window. She died as I said of natural causes when she was about 19. Tiena was one cool cat! Any way, this picture is in oil pastel and I think I made it when I was 11 years old.

Tigress, cranky old lady...

This is my daughter's cat Tigress bald, striped, old and some what dignified. I keep taking pictures of her because she is quite a character, then I feel bad about it because...well, she is bald.