Enough Is Enough

We all know that cats sunbathe.  They love to feel the warmth surround and hug them.

There comes a time when even a good thing has to come to an end; when “enough is enough.”

I’ve had enough sun.

Beach Time

Rusty and Patches have never been to the beach.  And never will be.

However, I think, if they use their imagination, they could believe they are there.  Anyway, here are their pretend photos of “At the Beach.”

What could be more “beachy” than fish, sun and waves?

Patches even has her pretend pink whale to keep her company while she’s “absorbing” some ‘rays.

Enjoying The Lap Of….

LUXURY!

My Mom lets me make myself comfortable wherever I set myself down.  I’m the proverbial “Happy Cat.”

She caught me again with her camera when I decided to spend the evening out here on the patio.

I Love When Rusty Poses

I walked into the patio a few days ago, and there was Rusty staring right at me!  I love when he has his paws turned down like that.  I quickly turned around and went for my camera, praying that he would be in the same position when I returned.

He was!  The photos below are the result before he decided to jump down.

Left-click on the first photo to enlarge and view the photos in the gallery.  Thanks.

 

 

Patches Loves To Sunbathe

The patio is very sunny, since it faces south.  Patches is the only one of the three who likes to sunbathe, and the patio is perfect.

She’s feeling good right now, “soaking up” those UV rays through the tinted windows.

Left-click the first photo to enlarge and view them in the gallery.

Welcoming The New Sunny Day

One of the first things I do in the morning after grooming Romeo, Rusty and Patches, is to open the patio door.  They love to go out there.  Many times, Rusty prefers to perch on the windowsill in my bedroom to look out and greet the day.

Rusty, what has caught your attention out there?

 

Rusty, are you going to tell Mommy about it?

 

Patches, it’s really bright out there now. What are you looking at? The same thing that caught Rusty’s attention?

 

Patches, are you going to tell Mommy about the birds?

 

Romeo loves to look out and hopes to find a bird or squirrel to watch.

 

So, Romeo, what did you see out there this morning?  (Notice that the front paws are in the same position.)  Romeo is frugal about wasting energy.

 

Favorite Places

You know animals.  They all have their favorite places.  This thought occurred to me as I wandered about the house.  It seemed everywhere I went, there was another one.  Different rooms, different spots, different poses, different favorite “doing.”  As usual, I grabbed my camera (an old Nikon Coolpix S210).  It still takes great photos, even though that itty-bitty orange plastic thing-a-ma-jig that’s supposed to hold the battery in place, broke off quite a while ago.

The first place I walked through was the kitchen.  This is Rusty’s favorite place in the kitchen:

He doesn’t care what else is going on around him:  noise, things being moved, another cat running by, a toy rolling along the floor, dishes or pots or pans rattling, etc.  He just keeps his face in the bowl and he does what makes him most happy.

Then, I went out onto the patio – it’s cooler out there right now.  I have the heat on in the house, but that area is not heated.  It’s probably around 60 F.  Another rather COLD day in South Florida. I was surprised to find Romeo out there.  It seems he doesn’t care what the temp is out there.  He is on one of his favorite chairs – nice and comfy, curled up on the cushion and enjoying the little bit of sun that’s coming through and landing right on his back.  I say one of his favorite chairs, because he really loves best the chair that I like to sit on, but I keep that one unavailable to him with a pillow angled just right so he can’t get on it.  I am entitled to sit on a chair – my chair – without getting cat hair all over my butt, aren’t I?

Well, I’m so glad Romeo’s so comfortable.  Smart cat.

I wondered where Patches could be?  I walked out of the patio, and meandered into the family room.  Ah ha!  There she is.  I am amazed how she can squeeze herself into that “penthouse.”  She’s not a small cat by any standard; and yet, she can maneuver her body into such a small circle!  I have to say she knows how to get comfortable.

As I was walking out of the family room, I passed by the food station, and lo and behold!  Rusty was still at it!  Only, now, he switched over to the other bowl!  Gotta love his determination.