I just learned that it is National Cat Day, though which nation I am not sure. A quick surf showed it began in the US, but there seem to be some UK links too, and hey, if we on this side of the pond can embrace the wholesale purchase of tat and massive overuse of the word spooky for 31st October, I think it’s fair to pick something I prefer to copy instead.
There’s certainly a lot less merchandising.
I see there’s also a World Cat Day 17th March, and International Cat Day 8th August. Though every day is Cat Day when you own a cat. And if it’s not, it ought to be.
In this photo MasterB is demonstrating his appreciation of the art on the walls of our home. Either that, or he’s checking to see if it’s a print or an original, and wondering if the proceeds from its sale in the event of my death might be enough to keep him in cat food. As it’s a print, it probably wouldn’t feed him for long.
However, he is sitting on a family heirloom; my great-grandmother’s knee desk, a gift on her twenty-first birthday, and somewhere I discourage Himself from sitting with obvious success.
He has either perches of which I do not approve. This one for instance:
When I see him here, I am cross with myself for leaving the window open, and then rather short of breath as I encourage him back indoors. As his journey takes him over the draining board, it also means a bit of bacteria banishing on my part.
I nearly posted one of these two photos for last week’s photo challenge, Shine. On the whole I don’t think the challenges are as good as they used to be. This week’s is Transmogrify. Remember the days of Up and Red? Much more fun I reckon. Though I am tempted to take the mog bit of Transmogrify for my inspiration, but as I think about it, it sounds like a rarifying transgender mongrel cat, and that might be some way beyond my capabilities as a photographer. I’m thinking along the lines of a pantomime Puss-in-Boots.
Happy Cat Day.