May 012010
She often sits on a fence post on the front porch at night. I guess it gives her a better perch from which to glare at me through the front windows.
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She often sits on a fence post on the front porch at night. I guess it gives her a better perch from which to glare at me through the front windows.
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Scott,always meant to ask…..Why do you call her “Fingers”?
I like that last one: Watch Out! Nazi Cat! Nazi Cat!
Be worried if you ever catch her atop that fencepost, meowing at the other cats…who are listening in rapt attention. š
I will on occasion toss out a handfull of dry catfood onto the deck out back. Given the spectacular craftsmanship with with the deck was slapped together over an apparently drunken weekend, there is room enough for the bits of food to slip between the boards where the cats can’t reach it. Fingers was the only one to figure out that if she just extended a single claw, she could reach in and hook the food the others couldn’t. The name Fingers then seemed obvious.
I typically don’t expend a whole lot of time or energy dreaming up names for cats. Usually just what first presents itself.
Those first two pictures are great pictures of Fingers.
Considering that field mice are largely nocturnal, is Fingers getting to a high location that allows her to see any movements around her on the ground…in much the same way that hawks sit atop telephone poles to spot prey?
Let me get this straight…you saw a cat, and “Raedthinn” was the first thing that came to your mind? š
If I ever get a cat, I’m going to name it after the first thing that comes to my mind also.
…and “Killer Pussy XXX” might seem a strange name for a cat also, but not as strange as its kittens: Funko, Jeeve-Wacker, Der Bong, Gunka-Gunka, Shitlips, Herr Todt-The Destroyer, and Fa-Whoo.
That abscess on her neck healed very well, can’t even tell it was there from pics. And I really like the bottom one! Lots of expression and nuance there.
> you saw a cat, and āRaedthinnā was the first thing that came to your mind?
No, but “chatty” was.
Pat Flannery Says:
>I like that last one: Watch Out! Nazi Cat! Nazi Cat!
no way that’s: Hey dude put that camera down and feed me !
Gotta agree with Michel; The last pic is definately directed at the local poperatzi :o)
Randy
Cat names?
Roadie; Short for “Road-kill” (my suggestion) or “Road-Rash” which is what my wife wanted to call her after she came rolling out from under an SUV in the middle of the 24th street bridge.
Banshidh; (Proper Scottish spelling though there turns out to be a version that is spelled “Bane-Sith” but I AIN’T goin’ there :o) Though properly it should have been the name for a FEMALE, this boy’s “it’s-midnight-and-I’m-feeling-lonely” howl not only announces the dead but tends to wake them…
Across the street even :o)
J.J. aka Joan Collins, cause when we first got her she was a ROYAL bitch to everyone… Somewhere along the way (after a couple of military moves as I recall it) she mellowed right down and no one could ever figure out HOW we could have named her that…
Kalua; Because as a kitten his coloring matched a Kalua-and-something mix before its mixed. (Can you tell my wife’s favorite alcohol? :o) “I” went along with it because I had long range plans to one day get the nerve to pick him up and hand him to my wife and say: “Here Honey, I’ve finally managed to give you a Klue…” (The plan is based on having a nearby open door to run through, preferably with time to close it and slow her down… And now Domestic Violance will ensue… ;o)
“Bell,” aka “Door-Bell” as in she needs to learn to use on. Cat simply walked into our house and wouldn’t take “no-you-can’t-stay” as an answer. Neighbors actually were feeding her on our porch-stoop as she wouldn’t leave and would simply sit and look at our closed door. For four days this went on until we relented.
(We’d decided that we would NOT have four cats in the house again after attrition had reduced us down to one younger and one older cat. The Gods in their infinite wisdom, looked down upon us and decided I needed more litter boxes to change. So in the span of about a month we were ‘gifted’ with Roadie and Bell. 4-months later we gained some house-mates in friends who are stayinig with us until they get a place of their own who brought THEIR two cats…)
Randy
Looks like you caught her chattering at a meal