I admit it has been a little cold at night, and it was time to put the wool afghan at the foot of the bed, just in case we had a really cold night. But it’s as if they were waiting for me to get the afghan out of the closet so they could cuddle on it, and I’ve barely seen them in three days.
Jelly Bean, in front, isn’t sure it’s worth waking all the way up, but Mr. Sunshine on the left and Mewsette on the right are fully awake and no way are they moving. The black lump behind them is Giuseppe, who they’d actually been using as a pillow. It’s the only time he sleeps on to of the quilt, though he’ll no doubt be back under in a few days when the afghan gets old.
I had to touch up their eyes as best I could because I had to use the flash and they looked possessed otherwise.
Once the leaves fall from the tree out front I’ll have more light, but four black cats on a primarily black afghan will always be a challenge.
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The photo above shows my household in the summer of 2006, and the youngest kitty in the photo is Kelly, in the center, who was 12 at the time.
From the left, Stanley, 25, is hard to see curled up behind Sophie, 17; on the desk turning around to bathe is Kelly at 12, then Namir at 13; Cookie,15, is curled up on the other side of the papers from him, then there’s Peaches having a good scratch at 16. Recently with us were Moses, 19, and Cream, 16, and joining us months later was Lucy as a young kitten.
A few things to be observed here, first that senior cats have no problem getting up on the desk, even at the advanced age of 25, as Stanley was.
Second, Peaches had come in the previous year at age 15 and fit in as if she’d always been there, so the idea that pets must be adopted young in order to fit into the household and be sufficiently bonded with its people is a myth, at least as far as I’m concerned.
Third, it’s been a while since my desk was neat, and one of the reasons has always been the habit of cats sleeping all over it! But for anyone who only knows my current household of the two senior torties, then the big jump in age to the family of black cats, Mimi and her children, here is the group that came immediately before them.