More Nauseating Feline Adorability

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That is Mystery — the least mysterious cat in the world, a big gay blond hairdresser who goes about seventeen pounds on the paw — and his little sister Seven. (Tiger Lily didn’t make it into the picture; she is still hiding under the bed.) Idiot college students had a cat named Bast who “ooops! Got out!” two years in succession. The Cute Engineer, who knew them as guests of his old group house, lowered the boom with the second litter of eight and had Bast spayed on a payment plan.

These three came to live at the house, though, and isn’t it amazing how people will book out of a living situation and oh, no, sorry, can’t take the cat?

Hence, the seven cats at my place. One of whom is named Seven. It’s just too twee.

Mystery loves everybody. He’s even won over Mr. Ferguson (to the extent that they ritually bump heads and then ignore each other every morning; when Mystery attempted to groom Fergie, his main way of relating to other cats, Fergie backed away and seemed to say “Only my wife gets to do that”). Nickel Catmium startled-jumped and bugged out her eyes when she saw him, so we may need to pace that for a while.

No problem. He has enough to keep him busy.



10 thoughts on “More Nauseating Feline Adorability

    • It would be nice to think that, but people can log onto the Internet and look at cat photos all day for free, so there would have to be a gimmick (and “Poetry for Cats” has already been done, and so well, by Henry Beard).

      Anyway the cat photo empress is Alexandra, over here (and she actually did write the book! That’s where I learned considerable about taking cat photos.)

      • Thanks for the refer to Alexandra. She definitely is a pro. She had a great idea, a book about the art of cat photography. I’m especially impressed that she’s able to get such great photos of a black cat. I know from experience that it’s difficult to photograph black cats and dogs.

  1. Ah, Mystery explained, Seven times over! He is a lovely lad, and glad he is making friends. You would run out of rooms with doors, if he didn’t.

    I used to live on the second floor of a house, and let the cat and dog out there. Spot never thought about jumping. Like Alexandria, I was always with them. You can see that body language when they are thinking about doing something stupid!

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