Wow, that cat looks huge! I’m basing that on the head, not the body.
And you won’t have me knocking you over spending time with cats. Beyond my daughter Cat, we have three indoors cats (two of ours and my Mom’s, although Mom’s cat is really my cat, too) and three feral cats outside that I am trying to acclimate to humans. The ones outside are a Momma cat and her two kits. The kits are now three and a half months old, and I am having trouble getting them to make up to me, especially the daughter.
I don’t suppose you need more cats, do you? I’ve got Momma Cat, a rather spectacular calico, her daughter Calie (also a calico), and son Blackie. (You can guess his coloring.) Momma is destined to be a lap cat, Calie is a coward, and Blackie is BOLD. A little too bold and reckless, in my opinion. I think one of the neighborhood toms might of got hom the other night if I hadn’t been outside watching. Like most boys, he’s just too full of himself.
They are all destined for better names, I hope. I wasn’t planning on adopting them as much as I have. So if anyone wants some Central Florida cats….
I’ve considered a third cat; I’ve decided I won’t go looking for one but will see if fate brings me one. It will have to bring me one closer than Central Florida, though . . .
Ambiance 
chickelit said,
July 17, 2011 at 1:04 pm
Catus domesticus needs no defense.
Ron said,
July 17, 2011 at 1:29 pm
Cats, shmats….we love seeing when you smile on the blog, Amba! Yes we do.
A said,
July 17, 2011 at 3:37 pm
What Ron said…
mockturtle said,
July 17, 2011 at 4:02 pm
Neither your life nor your cat need defending. But what a perfect shot: You, happy; Jacques: immortalized. Kitty being languidly kitty.
mockturtle said,
July 17, 2011 at 7:34 pm
Needs defending, that is. :-\
Icepick said,
July 17, 2011 at 8:22 pm
Wow, that cat looks huge! I’m basing that on the head, not the body.
And you won’t have me knocking you over spending time with cats. Beyond my daughter Cat, we have three indoors cats (two of ours and my Mom’s, although Mom’s cat is really my cat, too) and three feral cats outside that I am trying to acclimate to humans. The ones outside are a Momma cat and her two kits. The kits are now three and a half months old, and I am having trouble getting them to make up to me, especially the daughter.
I don’t suppose you need more cats, do you? I’ve got Momma Cat, a rather spectacular calico, her daughter Calie (also a calico), and son Blackie. (You can guess his coloring.) Momma is destined to be a lap cat, Calie is a coward, and Blackie is BOLD. A little too bold and reckless, in my opinion. I think one of the neighborhood toms might of got hom the other night if I hadn’t been outside watching. Like most boys, he’s just too full of himself.
They are all destined for better names, I hope. I wasn’t planning on adopting them as much as I have. So if anyone wants some Central Florida cats….
amba12 said,
July 17, 2011 at 9:57 pm
Oh aye, he’s huge.
I’ve considered a third cat; I’ve decided I won’t go looking for one but will see if fate brings me one. It will have to bring me one closer than Central Florida, though . . .
Tim (formerly Theo Boehm) said,
July 17, 2011 at 11:13 pm
What mockturtle said. So nice to see you, looking happy and well.
No question, your cat IS huge!
Icepick said,
July 18, 2011 at 3:35 am
It will have to bring me one closer than Central Florida, though . . .
Well, I figured. But hope springs eternal.
karen said,
July 18, 2011 at 8:00 am
Fatherhood fits you, ice.
~Hope springs eternal~ from the resident pessimist is such a cool thing:0).
Ditto to all the above- you look great! His eyes are green??
Icepick said,
July 18, 2011 at 9:21 am
Yeah, I have been remise, that is a great photo, Annie.
Karen, my wife claims my depression and cynicism spring from optimism and idealism. Go figure.
amba12 said,
July 18, 2011 at 9:29 am
She’s right. If you don’t hope or care, how can you be disappointed?
Sissy Willis said,
July 19, 2011 at 12:26 pm
An armful of fluffy goodness.
Sarah Rolph said,
July 20, 2011 at 9:55 am
What a great cat!
Icepick said,
July 22, 2011 at 11:27 am
Yeah, expecting the world to actually function well is clearly a sign of mental illness.
(I’m not sure if I’m being sarcastic or not.)
Well, there’s always fluffy goodness….
Randy said,
July 24, 2011 at 7:30 am
I love this photo – your smile – his face – his paws – the drawing of J. – and books in the background. Perfect!