Mourning Motley: Old Shots

I miss my girl.

Looking Into Mortality

Because I can't help myself.

Poor Motley-girl feeling miserable: last day.
20 years old.

Last Day: Motley

Motley: rest in peace, dear sprite.

April 1, 2005 - June 2, 2015.

Thank you for twenty years of love, companionship, and bossy cat pranks.

It's quite remarkable how a five-pound cat (once thirteen pounds, but still) could fill up a whole house.

Motley-girl requested another neck-rub.

Take Note

We are the grit
That mars the paint
Or makes the pearl.

"Fiery dust,"
Lord Byron wrote,
Furious, fiendish;
Take proper note.

--MD

Recovery Cat

Motley, laid up with dehydration and injured legs.
She'll be 20 on April 1st.

My Girl Motley

Motley: She'll be twenty on April 1st.

My Girl Motley

Nineteen-and-a-half . . . .

Motley: Companion

Motley: 19+ years-of-age; 7 lbs. (down from 14 at her prime); sore and sleepy.
Still a beautiful bundle of love.  Demanding, yes, but she's earned it.

Hey Nineteen

Happy Nineteenth Birthday to Motley-girl.

(Kudos to Steely Dan for the title and a good song.)

Motley Dream

Sleeping hard.

Remembering Rudi: A Gallery

Rest in peace, dear me-orange-boy-o:
You fought the good fight against cancer for many years.

April 1, 1995 - September 16, 2008.

Pictures of pictures.

Study Pal

My Girl

Motley: 18 years and running.

Fast Feline

Papyrus Comes From Egypt

Motley: a few shots from last April.

Prepping for that talk on Lord Byron.

Watch-Cat

Or, Profile Pic (Feline)

Motley, 17+.  Still purring . . . .

(Dear Mom, You'd appreciate this shot.
Remembering Charlie, Sam, Kitty-Cat, Piggy, Willie, Smokey & Tiger
as well as you this day, this season.)

Rudi too, of course.

Happy Halloween!

Halloween Cat

Motley: 17 and more.

Bright eyes; bright spirit.

Time-Travel: A Mere 34 or So

Or, 2 X 17 versus 3 X 17.

I was probably 34 in this shot, and I looked like a child, don't you think? That's Motley as a kitten! She's 17+ now.

Here, I'm 51 now, and you can read the trail of years in the lines and in the gray and white on my head.  I've gotten quite a bit of sun here too, but that's all good, a sign of summer and outdoor activities.  Slather, slather, with the sunscreen.  (6 feet tall and 170 pounds, so that's not so bad; I've dropped 19 pounds since December 30th.  And, I could be in a bit better muscular shape, but that's what summer's for too.)

Just keeping track.

Book review or preview or tempting taste to be posted manana.

"For I Will Consider My Cat . . ."

Motley: sixteen and a half years of age; still seeking out the sun.

All honor to Kit Smart and his cat Jeffrey, of course.