I had been wanting to get Kimble to model the green cowl for a while. (It was the suggestion of a reader… but I can’t find the comment now, nor can I dig up the original email. Apologies!) But the old man has good days and bad days, and on his bad days he wasn’t interested in playing along.
It took a while, he had a run of bad days there during the holidays. But finally things started looking up, and I caught him on a good day when the sun was out, and I thought I would give it a try.
(For reference, a “good day” is one where he eats Fancy Feast on his own, and I don’t have to syringe feed him prescription super-high calorie canned cat food.)
I began as I always do. I waited until he was awake and puttering around, doing his old man things: staring at Cinnamon when she’s not looking, picking at the back of the couch, bemoaning the state of Kids These Days And Their Terrible Pop Music That’s Not Music When I Was A Kid We Had Real Music. That sort of thing.
I cleared off a space on the cabinet that I often use for photographs. I set down my knitting. I turned on my camera and held it up. And lo: feet appeared, as if by magic.
At this point I figured it was fair game. Some people might be quietly horrified at the idea of putting knitting on a sick old cat in order to take a picture. I hasten to assure you, he was purring the entire time.
Also, he did this, which is possibly the single funniest pose he has ever struck. And he has struck some funny ones. ARE YOU READY FOR THIS.
It puts me in mind of a Vogue fashion shoot from the 60s, with a doe-eyed model delicately sniffing a cherry blossom while wearing the latest swing coat from Paris. Except it is my cat, who is – it must be said – very dapper.
I took a few more pictures and then he was like, “Ugh, I’m done with this, please.”
What a champ.
But wait! I have a bonus Silly Cat Picture for you.
Home Office Cat takes her morning coffee black, if you please.