Does the cat look happy?

I wish she wouldn't do that...

Sophie likes to use the bannister at the top of the wall overlooking the entryway. The problem is that this perch is about 25' above a tile surface in front of the door.

I'm scared that someday, she's gonna slip off.

If I were a mouse, I'd be scared right about now...

We "woot"ed a new camera. It's a Poloroid t37. 7 megapixels.

For those of you unfamiliar with Woot, click the link and visit the website.

This is cropped from a picture I took of Sophie from about 10 feet away. It's about a 60% cut. She's pretty unscary from that distance, but crop it a little, and she becomes quite menacing!

I like the combination of reflection and refraction of the light off of her fur. Cat fur is pretty cool stuff.

Check out those eyes ... and the fur too ...

Got down on the floor to take some same-level shops of the kitty, and was treated by this shot. Those are some really cool eyes. They look like little Australian opals.

















But look a the enlargment -- her fur has all these flecks of blue that that you can only see very close up.

Dirty window -- black cat...

Ok, this is just between you and me. Nobody listening or looking over your shoulder, right?

Here it is... our lease does not include the cat. We have a pet clause that includes the doggies, but not la gata.

Apparently, no one ever told Sophie, because she insists on laying in the front window, inside the blinds.

So there it is -- a black cat through a dirty window (preferable to a clean window and a dirty cat, n'est ce pas?).

Ready to leap...

I like the way this shot captures so much of Sophie's personality. Playful, yet pensive. A kitten, yet a mature cat.

The cat that thinks she's a dog...

Meet Sophie. Sophie was abandoned by her mother shortly after her birth and raised for the first 4 months of her life with a pack of chihuahuas. As a result, she's pretty sure she might be a dog.

She plays with Clementine (our Papillon/Poodle mix), tussling and jostling for position as alpha bitch. She eats her cat food grudgingly, but never misses an opportunity to steal Clem's clearly dog-oriented food.

She's also dumb as a post. She has a cat tree. She'll stand at the top shelf of her cat tree, lean over the ledge and look down on us. Pretty soon, we'll hear her hacking, as the weight of her head is causing her to choke on the raised portion of the ledge.

But, we love the little stinker.

Except, of course, when she pees on any rug, blanket, or basically any fabric covered flat surface she sees.