Below is Sailor when he still had his chocolate back stripe.
Be not deceived by Betty's alluring smile; the jaws of a beast lurk within (la Bete = the beast).
Below is Gus, my eldest feral, the most charming boy I cannot touch.
As the weather gets colder, Daisy makes like a solar panel, absorbing the maximum available sunshine. She even gets exposure where the sun don't shine.
Taylor had a silly compulsion to squeeze into small spaces (above). She insisted on crawling into my oversize cat carrier. She also inserted herself into the rolled-up white plastic sheeting I use as a backdrop for kitty bed photo shoots. She looks like a cigarette.
The contrasting expressions (above) of Hope and my cat Daisy are so true to form -- Hope's dear sweetness and Daisy's haughty disdain.
The kitties-in-the-round are, clockwise from center bottom: Natalie, Linus, Olga (face and paw only), Gidget, Daisy (back only), Alvin, and Betty.
Gidget (left) and Betty prefer the top bench.
Above is Betty; below are Daisy (orange tabby), Homer (grey tabby), and Cosmo (black).
Daisy has been doing this same trick for years (the photo below is from 2003).
Daisy is not so camo, but she knows these chartreuse leaves complement her tangerine coloring. The dark spots on the leaves even match the beauty spots on her nose.
This past weekend Daisy had a reprise of her dog-lovin' days. Daisy played with our new neighbor's dog Binky, a mini dachshund mix who looks remarkably like Bella. Daisy liked this new ginger-colored dog immediately -- Daisy was as playful and open and relaxed and happy with this dog as before. She disdains other cats, but Daisy digs dogs.
I got Daisy as a kitten 7 years ago, and she's spent probably half of that time perched on a fence. (Not figuratively, though. She's most definite in her opinions.) Picket walking is her specialty.
