Showing posts with label pets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pets. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Casual The Cat


It's not often that my dog gets a whole post to herself. And I'll dare say that none of my neighbor's pets has ever been featured on this site.

But then I snapped a few good shots of Casual the Cat- and I knew I'd have to show you.

Casual is unlike any other cat I've met. I understand, certainly, that cats are prideful and arrogant creatures by nature. I've owned a few before. (I mean- I still own them. It's a long story you've probably heard before so I won't elaborate.)

I like cats. They are generally soft, polite, and most importantly- clean. (Well, most of them are, anyway.)

Though my neighbor's cat Casual is soft, clean and polite- he possesses a few peculiar qualities.
Casual, I believe, is a Maine Coon Cat. He supposedly likes going to the groomers to get a bath. (It took a shower with a good strong door and a determined adult to scrub gasoline out of my cat's fur.) And once a year Casual is given a lion cut. This means that every spring I'll look out the window and see a large beast-cat with fluffy Ugg boots, skinny legs, and a puffy head. It's quite amusing. But most of the time Casual possesses all of his fur.


Casual is not disturbed by his appearance. Or anything else, for that matter. Casual's tolerance of various indignities may be termed "dog-like," but Casual would never lower himself to the level of a dog. Ever. The world would cease to turn if Casual did not uphold his dignity. There is nothing shameful about furry Ugg-boot haircuts.


I kind of like Casual.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

The Demise Of A Multigrain Cracker

Being a photojournalist is great. I love shooting things. Some photographers get to take pictures of British subway stations, Brazilian jungles, and gleeful Chicagoans ecstatic over election results. 
I get to take pictures of crackers.
 Yes, that's right- not the most glamorous subject, but hey, they are multigrain. People simply do not know how sensationally dramatic cracker-photojournalism is.

And so I present to you, a story in photographs I appropriately call the "Demise of A Multigrain Cracker."

                                                             *******


"Yep, with Mom, Gabe, and Susanna gone to watch Despereaux, and big sister pointing her funny black box at me-life is good with my best pal and a cracker." (I could just shake that dog for not looking up at the right time....arrrrg.)

                              He carefully places his cracker on the floor.


                                  But then fear enters his eyes...


"Naw," he says confidently, "Lucy wouldn't steal my cracker..."




                                           "Or would she?"


Why yes, Jerome, there is a good possibility that might happen. I have seen that sort of thievery before.


                     "Don't worry, I'll just eat it all before she can nab it."


The only problem is, he doesn't eat it all. Instead, he sets the remains back down on the floor.


                                  A cracker's eye view of impending death.



As the photographer, this pictures seriously creeps me out. Why? Because for once in my life, I am empathizing with a cracker. If you were a cracker, wouldn't you be scared looking at this, this- beast?


"I am watching you, cracker. Sincerely, the Sphinx." 
Sinister thoughts, Lucy, very sinister thoughts.