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handmade ghost

This is a repost from two years ago that I hope will be forgiven (as almost no one saw it). It's one of my favorite pictures of Fell, who is, at heart, rather a Radchaai cat. Note her tiny gloves, her cup of tea (perhaps some collectively owned Daughter of Fishes?), and her air of knowing precisely what constitutes being "civilized."

#Caturday (with a fangirl nod to the books of #AnnLeckie)

Vertical photo of a very intelligent, incisive, and proper cat, beautifully grey with a white blaze down her nose and a white throat, ruff, and belly. She is sitting on the platform of a grey cat tree against a somehow glowing beige wall, her face lifted and turned just a bit to our right as though she's just lifted her eyes in calm challenge of some citizen unseen. Her front paws, sitting almost primly in front of her, appear white-gloved and restrained, just touching a felt, toy teacup with a blue tea bag inside of it. A strange light falls across Fell's face, the same light with which the wall seems to glow, as though we are on board a ship or perhaps a station with which she is in unspoken contact. Everything about her, from her upright posture, the sniff of the lift of her dusky pink nose, her "gloves," and her tea bespeaks, rather mockingly, a certain definition of civilization.
4 May at 14:02 | Open on sunny.garden
handmade ghost

When you accidentally let the sun rise on your little vampire. #Caturday

Photo of a floofy grey cat (my cat Fell) seemingly frozen in an odd pose as the sun comes in and reaches across to where she sits on a rug under a kitchen table. She is shown in three-quarters profile, her front paws bracing her on the ground while her back legs and tailed are splayed for bathing; her back right leg is lifted up behind her head as her back left stretches towards, the beans of her toes the first thing the sunlight reaches. She has looked up from her ablutions to stare in seeming horror at the sun--her mouth just open and revealing the tiny pearls of her fangs, her eyes devastating orbs of gold with only the barest slits of pupil. Her fur and whiskers stands up, stand out in staticky terror around her as she sits, arrested by the sunlight, like a creature of the night forever frozen in stone.
27 April at 13:33 | Open on sunny.garden
handmade ghost

My cat Harvey enjoying his #Caturday burrito.

Photo of a grey and black tabby with a white belly and chin hugging a plush cat toy designed to look like a burrito. Unlike a real burrito, this one has feathers sticking up out of the lettuce, though the kitty is currently ignoring these and looking off towards something compelling off camera, rolled over on his side with his white mittens holding the burrito just above its "foil" wrapper, lounging with the confidence of a cat who knows he'll be able to savor this burrito whenever he likes.
20 April at 14:06 | Open on sunny.garden
handmade ghost

My cat, Fell, living into her Silent Film phase. #Caturday

13 April at 13:48 | Open on sunny.garden
handmade ghost

My cat, Fell, watching over my shoulder to make sure I choose a suitable photo of her on my phone for #Caturday.

Photo of a light-skinned, green-eyed, 48-year-old person in colorful glasses, their brown hair bobbed and threaded with silver, wearing a yellow cardigan and peeking up at the camera, selfie-style, from the bottom right corner of the photo. Only the right half of their face is showing due to the camera angle--they are really photographing the floofy grey and white cat who has sneaked up behind them and is looking with piercing intensity at the camera, yellow-green eyes flashing on either side of the white blaze that runs the length of the bridge to her dusky pink nose. The little cat, who has jumped up onto a cat tree behind the rocking chair in which the human figure sits, seems very interested in the camera. Behind the fluffy cutie, resting on part of the grey cat tree, is a bright yellow book with red binding entitled "Jenny Goes to Sea."
6 April at 14:04 | Open on sunny.garden
handmade ghost

My cat, Fell, the Ever-Fierce. Floofy Snug-Nurser and Sweet Baby, Maker-of-Biscuits, Destroyer of Pillows. They call her Yawn-Shrieker, Fetcher-of-Toys, Upside-down Nose-shielding Sleeper-in-Laps. #Caturday

Photo of my kitty, Fell, a smallish, grey floofy kitty with white paws, an impressive white ruff, and a white blaze on the slope of her nose. She is sitting on a grey sofa (some end table books and whatnot are present, blurred in the background) with one mittened paw stretched confidentially towards us, opening her mouth into what will be an enormous yawn. She looks as though she is shrieking or roaring--the pouches on either side of her dusky pink nose are wrinkled and puffed up so that her white whiskers spray wildly, her pink tongue is unfurled, and her sharp little fangs flashing in the lamplight.
30 March at 16:33 | Open on sunny.garden
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