If for some reason I was not permitted to be a human being, I think I would like to be an otter. Of all the animals in God’s Earth, otters seem to have the most fun with the least amount of hardship. Even zoo otters seem to enjoy themselves greatly, lying on their backs in the water, sucking down endless streams of fish from their human keepers.
Not actually me.
But if I couldn’t be an otter, I think I would like to be a pet cat. Not for me the scrappy life of a tough street cat — I’d want to be a pampered inside cat, luxuriating my days away in a patch of sunshine in some cozy bedroom.
Sarah gives Marco a little brushing love.
Our cats like to sleep wherever it is warmest and most peaceful — often in my bedroom. They especially like to shed fur on my clean clothes or test their claws on any bills or important papers I might have lying out. But when they aren’t sleeping, they love to be groomed with a cool wire brush we bought for them.
It is very difficult to photograph the cats when they are being brushed … they are not particularly passive in the experience.
Marco, in particular, enjoys the process so much that he forgets the purpose and wants to wrestle with the brush. He isn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer, I’m afraid.
Marco is very blurry when he is being brushed on his neck and belly.
Project 365, Day 111
Tim
[Disclaimer: Kathy distinctly reminded me to take a picture today, but I forgot, so once again I'm hurriedly blogging about whatever I can stage in the late evening.]
Confused about why only one cat was featured.
(Where is my miss Misty?)
I love our cats! I agree, it would be pretty nice to be one!
Thanks for getting me Marco!