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The 12 Days of Christmas Cat Blogging

Submitted by hipparchia on Sun, 12/26/2010 - 10:06pm

On the Second Day of Christmas, Corrente brought to me
Two cats in synch, and
One Devil Cat begging you to rub his belly.
don't fall for it - it's a trap!

Obviously, what I needed to buy myself for Christmas was a few photography lessons - or more batteries.

Back in the day, if you were a hobby photographer, the limiting factor was usually how much film you could afford to buy, and have processed, and have prints made of. These days, with cheap memory cards that hold hundreds of photos [practice makes perfect!] it's the batteries that'll get ya, especially with the flash.

While I'm out making a quick run to the store for more batteries, here are some much cuter cats in sinks.

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Submitted by twig on

looks like Basement Cat has a couple new recruits.

Submitted by hipparchia on

that is how basement cat operates, yanno.

not the kind of cute cuddly photo that one would think of for christmas cat blogging, but it's all of a piece with lambert's merry christmas, bank of satan post [that's my story and i'm sticking to it!].

getting good photographs of solid black cats [and dogs] is a bit of a challenge, and i obviously need more practice.

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Submitted by Aeryl on

The guardians of the gates of Hades would like a word with you.

We would like our spawn back from the puppeh side.

Submitted by hipparchia on

those two [your guardians of the gates of hell] make me think of gog and magog.

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Submitted by Aeryl on

His two legged daddy went outta town for the holidays, taking his bestest buddy, the dog he is pictured with, with them, so he was quite lonely and outta sorts. So he climbed in the baby box with his momma, and her most recent litter(whore that she is, she has found an escape route we are unaware of, and got out before she had even weaned Maximus, so more kittehs). He has been helping to clean them, and babysits when momma needs a stretch.

Submitted by wlarip on

I don't think you need a translator for that.

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Submitted by Aeryl on

Not very Sith-like, is he? He's a good little Momma's boy, but then again, so was Vader.

And there's no judgement in my use of the word whore. A cat's gotta do what a cat's gotta do. Just observing that her biological imperatives are overriding our ability to get her fixed.

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Submitted by Aeryl on

What is up with cat's and their second litters? Why do they like to rush them like that? Why do they always want to have them in our beds?

Pixie was content to birth her first in a box. Of couse the box had to be in MY lap, but she was copacetic with it. This time, she tried to hold off till I got home, but that wasn't happening. So, to keep her out of my bed, the roomies put her in the bathroom. Of course, this was unacceptable, to her, and she worked very hard to make the situation intolerable for everyone in the house.

Max, flipping out like you wouldn't believe, was a little spazz all day. First he attacked her, so she drug him to the box with her, which lasted all of 5 seconds. And then she had to have his presence near her. So they threw him in the bathroom, hoping it would shut her up, which it did. But it created this very odd situation, where the mother is totally cool with the remnants of an old litter around, and she mothers him incessantly. It's hilarious watching a 4 mo old kitten trying to avoid getting carried around by the scruff of his neck. He ran straight through the water dish in an attempt to get away.

Submitted by hipparchia on

hilarious description!

things went a little more smoothly than that at chez hipparchia, possibly because the dog was still pretty patient with them in his foster-mom role at the time. i was never quick enough with the camera to capture my own crew doing this, but they did, both litters.

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Submitted by twig on

Franklin -- he "posed" by a window and actually sat still for 10 seconds. Usually when I point a camera at any of the dogs, they slink away and try to hide.

The other challenge is shooting cats who cleverly disguise themselves as dog toys. Where's Ernie???

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Submitted by hipparchia on

franklin does look a little bit worried there that the camera might be stealing his soul. all my dogs have felt like that about cameras too.

ernie is gorgeous! not that i'm prejudiced, or anything, but in addition to all my basement cat minions, i've got an ernie look-alike too.

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Submitted by twig on

Ernie is a traditional tabby, but same adorable face!!

Franklin worries about everything. He had a rough few years before he came here. Someone abandoned him in the nearby park, aka Coyote Central. It's a miracle he survived. He'd obviously been treated very, very badly -- after three years, he's coming around, but it's slow process.

Submitted by hipparchia on

the fluffy black dog had much the same issues - found by the roadside [at christmastime!], starving and covered in mange; lived with his first rescuer for a few weeks, and his second rescuer for about a year, before he came to live with me. then it was almost a year after that before i ever heard him bark or saw him wag his tail, and it took easily another couple of years after that before he gained any real self confidence. i'd guess he lived with me for about 5 years total before he really overcame all his demons from the past [whatever they were].

but he's been my best bud for 13 years now, so hang in there!

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Submitted by twig on

like a Franklin (that's his summer 'do in the photo - he normally has much more fur). He's chow/spaniel/?.

Wow, a year before he barked or wagged? That's some kind of traumatic history --poor guy. Wouldn't you love to know? Sometimes I wish they could talk. Then again, it would probably be heartbreaking to hear the details ...

Submitted by hipparchia on

Then again, it would probably be heartbreaking to hear the details ...

yep. i don't really want to know. fluffy black dog is definitely chow-x, with probably poodle and something that bays like a hound thrown into the mix.

Submitted by lambert on

... that I haven't checked The Onion in a awhile.

But doesn't everyone eat from their cat's dish?

Submitted by wlarip on

But doesn't everyone eat from their cat's dish?

Only if you are well trained and then, only when they want it cleaned.

I am beginning to understand the meaning of:

"If you have nowhere else to go.."