I photographed two neighborhood cats in camouflage environments in the last few weeks.
Photo description: long haired white cat in a field of Texas snow (hard pack ice)Photo description: Tortoise shell cat in a field of fallen leaves
I would have loved to do a full photo shoot with these cats and matching backgrounds, but the white cat wants to be brushed and is not interested in posing, and the tortie is skittish, so phone pics will have to do.
Photo description: large gray tabby in a blanket lined basket tucked into the closet
I deliberately put a basket in the closet as a cat bed. I found Thor the cat in the basket and he looked like I caught his paw in the cookie jar. Silly kitty.
We are hunkered down for the storm. It has been raining ice. Yuck.
Izzy the calico cat is kept indoors, except for the catio. She is allowed in the yard under supervision, but is not allowed outside the fence. She protests to this gilded cage, but she is an urban princess and not prepared for the things that live in our woods. Still she tries, and did manage to slip out the door when I was distracted. I only found out when I let the dog out and she came sauntering back in covered in dust. She was quite pleased with herself. When I checked the trail cam, there were photos of her adventure, all the way out behind the chicken coop.
Photo description: calico cat with collar in the fall leaves by a wooden stepPhoto description: calico cat on the steps looking across the meadow at the neighbor’s cat
The pictures didn’t show any encounters with other critters. The series stopped after the one where she spotted another cat.
Thor the gray tabby really wants to be near Sophie the dilute calico cat. I’m not sure if it is adoration, or just fun for him to get in her personal space.
Photo description: Gray tabby on a piano bench looking at the camera, dilute calico sleeping on an office chair behind the piano benchPhoto description: cat tree covered in carpet with a dilute calico in the tube on top and a gray tabby on the level below, looking up, photo credit to my eldest
He sings to her too, plurts and trills. Sophie is remarkably calm about the whole situation, he only gets a bat with a paw when he gets really close.