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Showing posts with label Flash. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Flash. Show all posts
Sunday, March 22, 2015
Friday, January 9, 2015
In Loving Memory of Dad: September 19, 1942 - January 8, 2015
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Calico Grrls: Flash & Sophie
Flash watches out the window. Sophie looks up. |
Flash, the tortoise shell, with Sophie, the tabby-tortie, muted & unmuted, color-pointed kitty |
Flash and Sophie Cozy on the Bed |
Friday, December 12, 2014
Thursday, December 4, 2014
Sunday, October 12, 2014
Little Kittens
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Michael's Foot & Baby Commodore, October 1996 |
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Dothan & Commodore, October 1996 |
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Commodore & Dothan, December 1996 |
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Flash, 1999 |
Jesus loves the little kittens
All the kittens of the world
Red and yellow
Black and white
They are precious in his sight
Jesus loves the little kittens of the world
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Meeroww!, December 1999 |
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Sophie, 2001 |
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Sophie, 2001 |
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Commodore-Cat Sleeping Beneath Lawn-Mower, 2002 |
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One of Stray/Woodland Cat Maggie's Kittens, 2002 |
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Maggie's Minnie, 2002 |
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
garden progression
Orlan inspects the basil in the potager. |
Orlan in a bed he made from leaf mulch. |
Flash with screen, giant enchantress zinnia, and purple kale. |
French dwarf marigolds line the garden path. |
Flash settles into the garden between zinnias and cayenne pepper plants. |
strawberries, chives, yarrow, dwarf french marigolds, zinnias, and mints |
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Friday, January 4, 2013
Pleasant Mississippi Weather at the End of December
Potted Moss and Bluettes |
Ado Scratching as Usual |
Flash with a Beautiful Winter Coat |
Orlan loves cooler weather. |
Bark of a White Oak |
gazing up at a mostly clear winter's blue sky |
Rayado, The Natural Model |
Please remember my photos are copyrighted.
I will write an article eventually.
Friday, July 20, 2012
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Falling Leaves
The leaves are steadily falling now. I watched out the window as a flurry of them drifted past, spiraling down. From a distance, the bright orange ones were indistinguishable from the orange butterflies I often see in my garden.
Orlan rediscovered the joy of playing in leaves, today.
I was inside and heard the distinct sound of Flash, my father's cat, screaming. I ran outside to find Orlan attempting to engage Flash in play in the huge collection of leaves beneath the viburnum, which marks the property line. As I lifted a branch to see what was going on, I was surprised at how expansive the area beneath the viburnum had become. It did look like a great place to hang out, perhaps even to fight over. Flash and Orlan separated on my appearance and admonishments. Then, as Flash tried to walk around to the back of the house, Orlan couldn't resist and made a kitten like hop to catch her. So, I hopped towards him, and he went running and hopping all the way around the house, up the stairs to the deck, through the rungs of the kitchen chair I had propping up the backdoor (an incredible feat for a cat his size, who isn't exactly known for agility), and through the kitchen, purple bedroom, and into the suite bathroom.
Orlan just wants the other cats to play with him. But, they all think he is weird, giant, and frightening. When he catches them, all he does is give them these silky, soft bear-hugs. Flash starts screaming before he lays a paw on her. If he comes within a foot of her, she starts growling or screaming.
Orlan rediscovered the joy of playing in leaves, today.
I was inside and heard the distinct sound of Flash, my father's cat, screaming. I ran outside to find Orlan attempting to engage Flash in play in the huge collection of leaves beneath the viburnum, which marks the property line. As I lifted a branch to see what was going on, I was surprised at how expansive the area beneath the viburnum had become. It did look like a great place to hang out, perhaps even to fight over. Flash and Orlan separated on my appearance and admonishments. Then, as Flash tried to walk around to the back of the house, Orlan couldn't resist and made a kitten like hop to catch her. So, I hopped towards him, and he went running and hopping all the way around the house, up the stairs to the deck, through the rungs of the kitchen chair I had propping up the backdoor (an incredible feat for a cat his size, who isn't exactly known for agility), and through the kitchen, purple bedroom, and into the suite bathroom.
Orlan just wants the other cats to play with him. But, they all think he is weird, giant, and frightening. When he catches them, all he does is give them these silky, soft bear-hugs. Flash starts screaming before he lays a paw on her. If he comes within a foot of her, she starts growling or screaming.
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