Here’s looking at you, kid
Here’s looking at you, kid
It has been pointed out by the management that we haven’t posted for a few #Caturday’s.
To rectify that, here’s an impromptu portrait of His Lordship on a brief break from his endless springtime garden patrols, checking out all of the pheromones left by the neighbours
#Tigger
#Bengals
#Photography
#CatsOfMastodon
#iPhonePhotography
“I know my rights. You cannot force me to talk without a lawyer. And besides, I know nothing of this ‘piece of tuna’ you refer to.”
#Tigger
#Bengals
#Photography
#CatsOfMastodon
#iPhonePhotography
#WereJustInnocentMen
We are all Children of the Sun
#Tigger, January 2025
“What a sad excuse for an apex predator you are, monkey boy. Now feed me.”
I’m pretty sure that this is Tiggerish for “All work & no play makes Dad a dull boy”
I know, I know, but there’s so much work to be done …
Momentary still life
It’s such a dark rainy day, this picture is very blurred & noisy
But to be honest, I’m glad I managed to grab it at all, as sitting on top of the speaker was just a very brief stop for Tigger on his zoomie race around the house this lunchtime
The King has issued his final official #Caturday portrait for 2024
You're welcome
Where there’s a will, there’s a way
The Phantom Menace
Why let a bad flash-lit feline photo go to waste when you have all those lovely sliders in Lightroom to play with?
“Sleep softly and carry a big stick.”
With apologies to Teddy Roosevelt
FWIW, that’s a branch from an olive tree that was growing in the front garden of the house I bought in Tucson in 1990. Many stories & mixed metaphors there
Speaker of the House Take 2
Speaker of the House
“Like an enormous housecat, the cosmos is pretty, good to have around, sometimes can even appear caring, but ultimately could not give a flying fuck.”
– under the entry for “cosmodicy” in RationalWiki, originally written by Sake Fueled
The cable manager will see you now
Sometimes, almost out of nowhere, photographic magic just happens
I love this – the stark angles & textures of the monochrome chiaroscuro, broken almost perfectly by a whiskered ball of fluffy colour
Slave to the rhythm
“Help me, Obiwan Kenobi; you’re my only hope.”