In our house the animals rule…and they are all seniors.
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Kitty cat on a formal column somewhere in Aukland, New Zealand
These are ancient, low resolution pictures from a trip to New Zealand in 2008, for Grandma’s 85th birthday. The housecats on top of formal columns tickled my fancy. They were taken at a potanical garden on a hill in Aukland, I can’t recall its name right now.
It took a bit of editing to try and reclaim the details.
My Furry Family
In our family the animals rule. I’ve mentioned a time or two in the past that family gatherings often have as many dogs as people.
Muddy Paws United. 
“You wouldn’t go anywhere without us, would you? 
You’re on a short leash today, lady. 
Energy personified. 
Recharging station. 
That puppy wore me out. 
Puppy love. 
Asta 
Ginger with directive ears. 
I’m not bossy, see my cute spaniel ears? 
Life is for running on the beach. 
Post puppy visit nap. 
Grandma with the furbabies.
And no post about the furry family would be complete without the family matriarch, we call her “the Empress”.
Wits End Travel and Photo Yoga Photo Challenge: Four-legged Friends
No rain…but here’s a deer
For Cee’s Black and White Challenge: Animals this week, I’ve been playing with some of the Black & White Filter Presets in Adobe Lightroom using a couple of pictures taken at Hurricane Ridge (Olympic National Park in Washington State) last summer.
Picture 1:
Picture 2:
And a couple of dears:
My Empress
…and my half sister Sam (we have different mothers!)
The captions (you can see them by hovering over the picture) say which preset was used. I included the originals so one can see how the filter works with the original colors.
Happy holidays, whatever flavor you prefer and a Merry Midwinter!
Eye of the Tiger
Actually its the eye of The Empress. She is more interested in laps and being stroked than the thrill of a fight…when I came back from Africa and told her that cats in the wild don’t eat every day she was appalled.
Eye Spy
Neglect and treason
Our cat, the Empress, lashes her tail back and forth and meows as I wrap a hot pot of soup in an old beach towel to keep it warm, while we travel over to Grandma’s. She weaves in an out between my feet trying to trip me as I pack up our picnic dinner.
She knows that we will come home late. She will be neglected and the house will be cold. To add insult to injury we will come back smelling like those nasty dogs.
Human beings are so silly. You can eat your bowl of soup sitting comfortably by the fire while you pet your own soft kitty-cat. No need to travel across town and fraternize with stinky dogs. It makes no sense at all.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “An Odd Trio.”
“You pays your money and you takes your choice.”
The question posed is: Do you believe in fate or do you believe you can control your own destiny?
My answer is: It isn’t either/or.
My mother-in-law used to say “you pays your money and you takes your choice”. She had a way of saying it that emulated my idea of a man at a fair. You get the prize that goes with your choice. If you want a different prize then you pay more money to make a different choice.
Isn’t the real art of living to see what you can do with with what you have? Choice and fate together make a life. Like making a scrap quilt from fabrics that you have picked up here and there through the years.
…or choosing the softest, sweetest kitty-cat at the Humane Society on the day when you realized you were lonely and needed a companion.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Que Sera Sera.”
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Quilt with Eyes
As can be seen, my Empress is still working very hard to help me finish the quilt. I set it down to check dinner last night and couldn’t pick it back up when I sat down again. Then I noticed that it had grown eyes!
Helping…in the Usual Way.
Her name is Empress. We should have chosen something else, then maybe she wouldn’t rule the roost.
