Here Kitty, kitty. (Domesticated Cats/Kittens Only)

Fred Berg · Sep 16, 2014

jonathaneme · Sep 17, 2014

im obsessed, i get it. i have 5, and two dogs, and
(happily) married with children

determined cat by JonathanEme, on Flickr

limr · Sep 17, 2014

jonathaneme said:
im obsessed, i get it. i have 5, and two dogs, and
(happily) married with children

determined cat by JonathanEme, on Flickr

Nothing wrong with that

keyseddie · Sep 17, 2014

Felix almost not a kitten anymore. Stalking a dove on the ground. With some Dan Ostergeren lighting.

limr · Sep 17, 2014

Aw, Felix is growing up :lovey:

snowbear · Oct 6, 2014

I found these going through some of the photos recovered from the crashed drive. Jasper when we found him - about 4 weeks.

limr · Oct 6, 2014

Oh dear lord, you have just killed me cold stone dead from the cute! Can't even stand it. I'm done! Over! Diseased! An ex-limr!!

KenC · Oct 6, 2014

Something fascinating in the drain - probably just water dripping. Sorry about the aspect ratio. This one's straight out of the phone.

JacaRanda · Oct 6, 2014

Valentine 1.

IMG_6422.jpg by jsteve5506, on Flickr

Valentine 2.

IMG_6414.jpg by jsteve5506, on Flickr

limr · Oct 6, 2014

She's so pretty!!! :heartpump:

snowbear · Oct 6, 2014

Oh, she's a princess, judging by that second pose.

Ken - they are curious. Zoe goes nuts when the neighborhood skink is on the patio.

Derrel · Oct 6, 2014

Austen, the orange cat,in profile. Nikon D1 I think, 100-300 f/5.6 Ai-S zoom.

My two boys! My son, and my longtime cat-son, Little Man. I had L.M. for eighteen years, thirteen of them before Spencer was born. When we got him he was named Julius Caesar, for his regal attitude, but he was always "little", and before long his name became Little Man. He never got very big, and from Day One he was always my cat. He only tolerated my wife when I was away. As a youngster, he had the annoying habit of licking tooth brushes for the mint toothpaste flavor. Let me tell you...the taste of dried cat spit on a toothbrush is awful. Just insanely AWFUL!!! The first time it happened, I thought my then-new wife had played a trick on me! I gagged for like 30 seconds, rinsed my brush, mouthwashed my mouth like three times and then the very next morning when I brushed my teeth, the same awful, horrible taste! OMG!! I asked her, "Did you play a prank on me? Did you like, spray my toothbrush with toilet bowl cleaner or something?" We found out pretty soon what the deal was...cat spittle!!! He would eat toothpaste if it was left open!

Here is Austen, captured one winter day, leaping from the fence to the roof of the house.He made the jump successfully. I was AMAZED! He was basically, showing off for me! He was what we called, "A high place cat." He spent a lot of time in the highest reaches of the house, wayyyy up on top of the China hutch, and in the various high places in the kitchen. He actually made this leap, which I later measured at just over six full feet! He was light, with a fairly fluffy coat, and he was a superb jumper!

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Austen was, like many orange cats, kind of a nutcase. Very nervous, with a very pi$$y disposition. He hated all the other cats, fought with them, got his ass kicked by every one of them, and felt like he OWNED Jill. Austen had high-brow tastes, and liked to drink out of people-glasses. He actually preferred water from a glass to a bowl, and would stand by glasses that were empty, but which he wanted filled with clean drinking water. Little Lord Fauntleroy was my nickname for this little turd. He loved to drink water from running faucets as well.

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Here Jackie, the black and white, and Studley (the gray) nap and enjoy the stored warmth of our lower patio's masonry wall/bench, while little Spencer hangs out on the lower patio's green, stained concrete floor and talks to his cat, Studley. Nikkor 135mm f/2 Defocus Control lens. Studley LOVED kids! Just totally LOVED kids! He liked to roughouse with them, liked to be picked up by the mid-section, turned and carried upside down, petted and patted hard...he was what the vet told me was called a "dog-cat". Studley bonded with Jill when Spencer was a baby, but as SOON as Spencer was able to walk, Studley switched allegiance from his woman, to his baby boy. We called him Studley because he was thick, and strong, and loved to fight other cats, and he would often come back pretty beaten up. he loved to scrap, but was as gentle as any cat with people.

This B&W cat was Jack. I called him Jackie-Jackie. When I wanted to get him to come home, I would holler out the back door ,"Jackie-Jackie-Jackie, herrrre Jackie-jackie-jackie" to the cadence of ,"Here, kitty-kitty-kitty!". He was super friendly, playful,and an amazing hunter...a mole-killer with dedication and desire to get EVERY single mole that dared tunnel into our back yard.

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This was Nigel.We got her in 1991, as a kitten, from a guy who had named her Nigel, after the guy in This Is Spinal Tap. She had been declawed by her owner, and it affected her personality. She was cantankerous, and an enforcer. When the boy cats would fight, she would come roaring in,and break up fights. If we scolded another cat, she would KICK HIS BUTT, for about two, three hours! She was the alpha cat for maybe ten years. She lived to be 20 years old.