It’s been so long since my last post that I don’t think I’ll even try to recapitulate in words… Instead, I give you a photo-bomb that pretty much covers the entire time! So sit back, relax, and scroll on…
I knew these were around, and I’ve had high hopes of seeing them at the feeding this winter but I’ve been disappointed in that regard – until now.
As I stood by the feeder today, raking up spilled seeds and droppings from the lawn, I was suddenly surrounded by merry chirps and a flock of long-tailed bushtits who’d come to see what I was turning up. They hopped around, feeding from the remains in the grass, and were pointedly uninterested in my presence apart from hinting that I was standing in their food. I apologized and went in to fetch the camera…
They did take off when I left, but only to settle down again within seconds, and as I returned they posed sweetly for a few shots 🙂
I’ve mentioned the cat calendar I’m working on, and I’ve had a few photo sessions for it by now. Obviously, I want to save the intended calendar shots for later, but I’d like to introduce some of my models nonetheless!
Meeting these cats – be they shy or affectionate – makes me think it’s a good thing I have Lo, who doesn’t want to share me. If I didn’t, with all the space and peace available around here, and all the abandoned cats available out there, I’d be a fully fledged crazy cat lady by now.
It’s only a matter of time…
This is Sune. He used to be homeless. He was rescued from the street by the cat shelter Djurens Vänner in Tenhult, Sweden, together with two siblings. One of the others didn’t make it.
Since four years Sune and his sister Silvia live in a loving home with their new human. They are both models for a new project of mine – the Cat Calendar 2016. Not too surprisingly, it’s a calendar in the making for 2016, meant to contain pictures of rescued cats and something of their stories, and produced entirely to benefit cat shelter activity in Sweden.
As the rain fell rather drearily outside, I was a little surprised when the cat went out the door – and didn’t come straight back in. Peeking out, I realised that he was making the most of our little roofed porch, lying snugly on the fleece I keep on one of the seats and watching the birds at the feeder, safe from the drizzle. I went in to fetch the camera.
As I came sneaking out low to catch this, however…
“Hey, what are you doing down there? Hmm…”
“Now, let’s see…”
“Yep, much better, thanks. Perfect spot!”