(Just fooling around with a new camera.)
First, a shelf with some Victorian religious periodicals:
Some of you may have been wondering what on earth a novel by Emily Sarah Holt looks like, anyway:
And, just to continue the theme, a cat in a bookcase:
My "roommate" at my parents' house is Suzy Q, a rescued feral cat.
The missing eartip is a veterinarian's mark, indicating that she has been spayed. Although you can't see it in this photo, she's also missing her tail, which was amputated some time ago because of recurring infections. She's a very small cat, about eight pounds (and, given her understandably endless enthusiasm for eating, may weigh more than that shortly...), and looks much healthier than when I first made her acquaintance.
A new resident chez Mom the Retired School Administrator and Dad the Emeritus Historian of Graeco-Roman Egypt. This is Suzy Q, a feral cat previously resident at CSU Long Beach, who will now be living in her very own deluxe cat enclosure in my parents' back yard. (Suzy Q is a self-domesticated cat: she likes human beings and insists on being petted.) Right now, she's camped out in a back bedroom. Here she is in her original habitat:
In case you're wondering, this isn't a Manx; her tail was amputated for medical reasons several years ago.
Another one of the friendly feral cats, Gray Brother, has found a home somewhere else. Mom snapped this photograph of him in his CSULB territory, a parking lot:
Nature abhors a vacuum. Cats abhor an empty shelf...
At this week's department meeting, one of my colleagues bemoaned the lack of animals on this blog. Ergo, it's time for another round of felines.
First, Victoria clearly indicates her opinion of my desire to sit on my--my!--office chair.
There's a nice blue throw on the couch in the living room, put there solely for the comfort of the household felines (well, that and to prevent excess cat fur from accumulating). You can see how well that's working out.
Strictly speaking, it is not a good idea to purchase an office chair upholstered in terry. Not because there's anything wrong with terry, but because certain furry household residents feel the need to occupy the chair at all times--including those times when the local human is trying to work.
Vicki has discovered that sitting on the mousepad is an excellent way to get her human's attention. Ergo, a cat and a mouse.
Today's theme: things I could have sworn I'd purchased for myself.
For example, that ottoman under the desk is supposedly for my own feet:
And I'm not getting any use out of the boxed-up books:
