Eye to Eye with Blue

A little departure from my usual musings…

Every once an a while, when the sun is out and the time is right, cats go into the day crazies (there is a similar variation known as night crazies). They skitter, they leap, they walk sideways, turn somersaults, and levitate and transport themselves, in cartoon fashion, across various vertical and horizontal surfaces.

And then they plotz.

Cats, as I understand it, have no sense of self. But after an event of wild abandon, they head off to wherever the sun is streaming and lay in the glow of light and strike a pose,

or two,

or three,

or forty – in movie star fashion, in some kind of repose as if to expect the camera to capture them in their glorious, sultry elegance.

This time I obliged.

And, within seconds, she fell asleep in heat of the sun.

Sleeping Blue

Eye to Eye with Blue

A little departure from my usual musings…

Every once an a while, when the sun is out and the time is right, cats go into the day crazies (there is a similar variation known as night crazies). They skitter, they leap, they walk sideways, turn somersaults, and levitate and transport themselves, in cartoon fashion, across various vertical and horizontal surfaces.

And then they plotz.

Cats, as I understand it, have no sense of self. But after an event of wild abandon, they head off to wherever the sun is streaming and lay in the glow of light and strike a pose,

or two,

or three,

or forty – in movie star fashion, in some kind of repose as if to expect the camera to capture them in their glorious, sultry elegance.

This time I obliged.

And, within seconds, she fell asleep in heat of the sun.

Sleeping Blue