Okay, folks. This post is for cat-lovers and friends of cat lovers.
Our lovely kitties, like all kitties, have their own favored napping spaces and styles. This afternoon these are Fernando's and Oona's styles.
On this hot Summer day, Señor Fernando chooses the cool of downstairs, on the rug in front of the couch.
Then he repositions himself. He's a sweet, trusting cat and will spread out on his back, belly up, for a scratching without even opening his eyes.
I found Oona upstairs in the bathroom sink. This is how she acknowledged my presence.
Then she spread out in this inviting pose. Check out that awesome multicolored plume of a tail.
As I was ready to leave with the camera, she bestowed this enticing pose, showing her lovely markings.
As I've said many times, I believe cats neutralize bad vibes. Call that California woo-woo if you want. It works for us. I know our recent, and ongoing, family crises are eased by the soothing, often playful, presence of these sacred beasts.
My operating principle is that our cats' job is to entertain and amuse us, and in return we adore and worship them. Corby gets mad when I say they have a job. He says they're animals and have their own lives; they owe us nothing. We humans have messed with them by domesticating them and owe them respect and honor and care, but shouldn't expect them to do a job for us. In spite of his feelings, as our symbiosis with these two critters has grown, he's come round to my way to thinking.