Oh dear – I didn’t even know this day existed. I have missed it in my own hemisphere – but it is still the 8th of August in the Northern hemisphere.
We are both, Fattee Cattee & I – having an after midnight snack: me with (slightly burned) raisin toast & her munching biccies as I prepare this post. Many photos you will probably have seen before, but maybe not all.
I don’t have photos of Dara, the first cat I ever knew, a Siamese; or Ryn, who followed her – another Seal Point Siamese who taught me about cats, or Boris. Ah Boris. My old Black Girl. Soul Mates we were and I miss her terribly, even know, many years after she died. Or little Harimou Betina (it means ‘tiger the girl, or tigress, in Indonesian and she was a stripey faced, astonishingly beautiful little cat with abyssinian-like fur, ticked like a rabbit’s, and GT racing stripes and a jacked-up arse. Very oriental in build), usually called Hari – the wee Burmese-cross who taught me to laugh again after Boris died, who taught me play and was killed when barely 4 by a car.
Then there was little ShortBlack, who I took in when he owner went to England. I have photos of her. These were taken when I got my first digital camera, in 2007. I don’t have many, but these two, taken when she was already very ill, are my favourites.
I love this one too.
Cats I meet on my walks:
This little shy person you might’ve seen in a recent post
& you are probably familiar with the playful young Charlie from my sunset photos
As you might be with this stripey – and very affectionate companion to my sunset photography:
but the rest are all Fattee Cattee:
Yes, you’ve seen them before, but I just love these two
I love this windblown photo:
In this, she seems annoyed I chopped her ear off. I don’t blame her, and I was annoyed too!
An early photo of Fattee Cattee: Yummy tummy slothy Plushie:
at ease in the courtyard:
She can be soooooo cute!
cheeky & playful:
On (one of) her favourite chair:
Taking up all the space on my bed!
Pretty Plushie amongst the garden flowers (most of which she squashed – she was so fat!)
On the roof of the little shed caught in sunlight:
The reason she is called Fattee Cattee: she got rather fat due to scavenging around the neighbourhood for a few months after she moved in:
The reason she got her name: sleeping with the plush toys:
First photo of the new member of my grieving household (a week after little ShortBlack died):
A very young Fattee Cattee, before she had moved in, and probably barely 1 year old.
And now, she’s trying to get on my lap or is actually telling me it’s time for bed – which it is.
I hope you forgive this indulgence, a celebration of the felines that share my life, especially little ShortBlack & Plushie.