I’ve spent a lot of time taking pictures of the cats over the past few years. Kipling, at least, loves the camera – Floyd, not so much. But all good things come to an end, and though it’s painful to write, this will be the final Feline Friday post.
Why? Well, Floyd was my ex’s cat from the beginning, and he wants his cat back now that he’s out of renting and into his own house. So on Sunday, Floyd will be embarking on an adventure of a trip to Colorado. He’ll be flying coach, and I hope the airline has received the rider about the red carpet and kibble he’s requested. (I admit that I feel bad for the other passengers, who will undoubtedly be serenaded for the duration of the flight.)
What about Kipling? This was a really hard decision, but he needs more time than I can give him, especially if he’d be an only cat. I’m only home and awake for about four hours of the day, and he’s more of a “constant snuggler” type. So my friend Angie offered to take him (on a trial basis, at first) into her home, where she and her family and their chill cat Oliver will be able to give Kipling the attention he needs. Fortunately, they only live about 90 minutes away, so I might still get to see him sometimes.
Without further ado, here are the final photos for Feline Friday…
Floyd, realizing that I’m pointing a camera at him:
But the couch is too comfortable for him to bother getting up and running away.
Kipling joined me in a sing-along (oh, and hey! I cut my hair really short. It’s uh… undone, here. What can I say, it was a Saturday and I wasn’t going anywhere.)
Kipling has such a zeiseh punim (sweet face).
He gets his legs all tangled up when he sleeps. Sometimes I’ll nudge him out of a twitchy dream and he’ll fall over as he tries to leap to his feet before he’s fully awake.
I’m gonna miss the little guys.
