Black Doggerel

( this is what Spike is looking at )

( Five large cat pictures under the cut )

Naamah is an awkward bastard to photograph, because she never keeps still and she's fascinated by anything I'm doing. I have about 2000 blurred close-ups of her nose butting the camera lens and almost none of her doing anything else.

This morning I was woken up by Squish whining his head off in tattletale mode. He had woken me up to tell me that Spike had realised he could open the cat room door. He can only open it from one side, though, so he had shut himself in with the cats and couldn't get out. He didn't consider this a problem, but Squish and the cats were less than pleased. Bloody collie.

Argh! Slightly delayed on dog walk by mild Spike misbehaviour and photography. This entry's ten minutes late already so I'm just sticking in a swift picture post.

( Cats and dogs! )

Also, on my way out the door, I discovered that Naamah had stolen one of my cherries to play pink juice-stained cat-hockey with in the hallway. Bless.

Still hurty fingers and low on ideas, so I bring you ( Catpics! )

I've missed having a camera.

More than half done, yayy! The coffee is kicking in. If only the anti-inflammatories would too. Voiceposts saved my arse last year. I may die if i can't do them this year.

James asks: "How is the Monochrome Mom?"

( She's on my lap and purring. This picture taken less than a minute ago. )

I love Cassie. Cats are annoying creatures by nature, but she's remarkably un-annoying as cats go. Spike adores her passionately. She likes her belly rubbed and she knows how to keep her claws in when she massages me. She's on my lap still, as I type.

Edited to add: My gods, I look like shit, don't I?

Holy wow! I'm a third of the way through this already! No, wait... six hours. That's a quarter, not a third. I always was numerically-challenged. Still, it's an achievement, no?

Who remembers last year when I had a houseful of kittens? Have a look at this entry and this one if you want reminding of the little balls of fuzzycute.

( Where are they now? )

have walked dogs. There are ripe blackberries in Woodbury Avenue, but I forgot to take the camera with me, so when I came back in, I decided to take pictures of the fruit I bought this morning as blogathon-treats instead.

( Strawberries, cherries and cats! )