Mimi’s Morning

black cat in sun on flowered rug and floor

Mimi's Morning

Mimi enjoys a few brief moments of warm sun on the landing on an otherwise rainy morning. After it disappeared behind a heavy overcast and more rain, she remained on the landing, waiting for its return. She’ll have more luck in the next few days.

And though I love the colors in this photo, the wonderful shades of pink in the rug and the warm patterns in the natural wood floor, this composition has a number of elements that typically appeal to me in black and white photos: strong highlights and shadows, a simple shape which becomes a strong focal point in Mimi, and small and large patterns that have sufficient contrast when their native colors are turned to monochrome.

black cat on rug and floor black and white

Mimi's Morning in black and white.

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Something In My Office

five cats on rug

The Fantastic Four and Marvelous Mimi, at it again for autumn.

Tell me, could you work with something like this in your office? A glob of black cats nearly indistinguishable from each other? A pile of purring black fur? What would you do if you knew this was happening on the floor behind you? Tell me you wouldn’t be distracted.

Well, guess what? It’s time for the Fantastic Four and their marvelous mom Mimi to curl up on the butterfly rug and wait for the furnace to come on.

At one point this afternoon I noticed a conspicuous absence of cats on my desk. I knew the tortie girls were having their senior special for lunch up in the bathroom, but why not at least one black cat to lie all over my papers and sit between me and my monitor?

I did bring the butterfly rug out of storage and set it on the floor, so it’s partly my own fault. But that vent in the bottom step is a furnace vent, and cats have always been serious about sleeping there. Don’t mind me when I have to practically jump over them to get to the steps when I want to go up, and carefully take one big step over them when coming down. I don’t mind that. It’s just when they get all in a pile like this that I find it impossible to do anything but photograph them.

Below is the “key” to their scramble. Sometimes seeing them from above helps to figure things out. From the top, Mr. Sunshine is using his mom as a bolster, lapping his front paws over her. Mewsette tucked herself into the group when all four had settled in, so she’s on top at about 2:00, her head resting on Jelly Bean’s, though Jelly Bean had been cuddling face to face with Giuseppe until Mewsette came along. They don’t move much when they get into one of these.

five cats on butterfly rug

All five from above.

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One Undercover

two cats on bed

One Undercover

It’s feeling a little chilly for the first time this year, chilly enough for Giuseppe to find his winter napping spot—underneath whichever bedspread is currently on the bed. Here, he and Mr. Sunshine are curled back to back, even though G is under the quilt and S on top, a happy situation on a cold, rainy October afternoon.

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This Way and That Way

four cats at window

Three black cats, one tortie, different interests.

Black cats look one way, tortie cat looks the other.

Block watch kitties. Mr. Sunshine, Mimi and Jelly Bean are watching something on the front sidewalk while Kelly watches something in the front yard.

Black cats leave their tails hanging down from the shelf, Kelly keeps hers in a neat corkscrew against her hip.

Oops, Mimi is tempted by a glance in the opposite direction. Boys look left, girls look right.

Such is my day.

four cats looking out window

Score is tied.

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Improvised Cat Bed

black cat in basket

Who needs to buy cat beds?

Mr. Sunshine curls up in the basket of rags in the corner of my studio. Really, what could be a better bed? They are clean and dried outdoors so they smell fresh, soft from use and made from my old clothing and household stuff that’s very familiar, like the sock that’s hanging out of the side of the basket, and the basket was filled to the top before Mr. Sunshine curled up in it so it’s nice and fluffy. And the basket itself is just the right size for him when he curls in a circle.

And until I came in and turned the lights and radio on it was dim and quiet, but he didn’t even from my activities. I just happened to notice that something in the room wasn’t quite as it should be, and really, a black cat in a room of pretty much all light-colored things shouldn’t be all that hard to find!

I do have cat beds, quite a few, in comfortable places, but they always manage to find alternate sleeping arrangements. Mr. Sunshine is quite inventive and loves my studio. He also loves tools and found one lone dark-colored wood screw on the light wood floor and has been practicing his slap shots by constantly rolling it around on the floor and slapping it against the baseboards and cabinets, then running out onto the landing and announcing his accomplishment in his wonderful sing-song voice, “Mmmmmrrrrrow! Mmmrrrrrrrow row!” Sometimes he gets so excited that he runs all the way down the stairs and through the kitchen with a puffed tail and sings his song out the door to the back yard, then turns around and runs back up and starts it all over again.

This vehement play may have been the need for a convenient nap spot. And I enjoyed the zen of a deeply sleeping cat in my studio while I worked. Then the wood screw hockey began again.

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Can You Turn Down These Lights?

black cat with paw over face

Giuseppe trying to nap.

“I’m trying to take a nap here,” Giuseppe says.

“I’m trying to work here,” I respond.

“But it’s so nice and toasty warm here,” he replies.

“It won’t be if I turn down the lights,” I tell him.

“I need my beauty rest. Mlle Daisy may contact me at any moment and I need to look perfect,” he insists.

“Mlle Daisy loves you no matter what you do, she tells you that all the time,” I say.

“But I can never be too sure, I did hear there is at least one other black cat who visits her door, I need to be very careful,” Giuseppe says.

“If you like to eat, you might consider moving to a more comfortable spot to get your beauty rest than lazing all over my desk,” I remark.

“But I have to he right here if Mlle sends a message, and I have to be perfect!” he protests.

“Giuseppe, the two of you don’t have Skype or anything, she can’t see you when she sends you a message,” I tell him.

“She can’t?” he asks.

“No, baby, she can’t see you. Can you see her when you send a message?” I ask.

“No, but I just always thought she could see me,” Giuseppe says, confused.

“It’s just words right now, Big Guy, you don’t need to comb your ear hair and shine your whiskers,” I tell him.

“I’m so disappointed…” he trails off.

“Perhaps you could go and sleep on the bed with your brothers,” I suggest, trying not to be too obvious. “They will help you feel better.”

“Can we send Mlle a message right now?” he asks.

“Sure we can,” I reply. “What would you like me to type?”

“Mlle Daisy, mon cherie, I love you with all my heart and every piece of fur on my body!” he says. I type this.

“And, and…I have a gift for you! It will be a surprise,” he continues.

“That’s very sweet, Giuseppe. Anything else?” I ask.

“Love and kisses, nuzzles and purrs, your love, Giuseppe,” he finishes.

Read the continuing love affair between young Giuseppe and his Canadian love.

Somewhere Out There

And the Affaire Continues

Giuseppe Mewses About Mlle Marguerite

Giuseppe’s Secret Admirer

The Mystery Deepens: A Photo of Daisy Marguerite

The Envelope, Please?

A Package to Colborne

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