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My brothers are protons, my sisters are neurons
No wonder Autolycus has spent the entire evening coming between me and my computer. It's National Black Cat Day. He is only seeking the attention that is his due. I regret nothing. His purr is wonderfully reassuring.
Meanwhile Hestia has taken to hanging out on a stack of boxes by the door which put her at perfect drive-by petting height. It is really cool to see her flop over temptingly and then not flytrap at all, vibrating with her own small and distinct purr. She was so protective of her belly for years.
Of course, when I tried to take some photographs of them in honor of the holiday, I found Autolycus curled up next to the kettle like a cat who had forgotten that he once burned his foot running across a recently used stovetop and Hestia nestled into the recyling because it's right by the hot-air vent in the kitchen and both of them looking like cats who were much more interested in being warm than photogenic. I'm not sure if the blurriness is low light or low battery or both. Oh, well.
They are our black cats and I love them.
Meanwhile Hestia has taken to hanging out on a stack of boxes by the door which put her at perfect drive-by petting height. It is really cool to see her flop over temptingly and then not flytrap at all, vibrating with her own small and distinct purr. She was so protective of her belly for years.
Of course, when I tried to take some photographs of them in honor of the holiday, I found Autolycus curled up next to the kettle like a cat who had forgotten that he once burned his foot running across a recently used stovetop and Hestia nestled into the recyling because it's right by the hot-air vent in the kitchen and both of them looking like cats who were much more interested in being warm than photogenic. I'm not sure if the blurriness is low light or low battery or both. Oh, well.
They are our black cats and I love them.
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I have to say: you do an excellent job, actually, of photographing your black cats. When I try to get a picture of Jiji, he always looks like an undifferentiated hole of blackness against whatever thing he's sitting on.
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Hestia and Autolycus suggest that you can never go wrong with treats.
I have to say: you do an excellent job, actually, of photographing your black cats. When I try to get a picture of Jiji, he always looks like an undifferentiated hole of blackness against whatever thing he's sitting on.
Hee. This does happen with ours sometime. Part of the trick is making sure that the eyes are visible, otherwise it can be difficult to tell which end of the cat is which.