
Field Marshal Turkish von Turkenstein (commander, 1st Feline Home Defense Regiment), at ease.
“Today is ‘International Cat Day,’ you say? When is it not?” enquires ’Is Lardship.
He’s not kidding, y’know.
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August 8, 2018 at 3:58 pm |
He’s the Robert Mueller of your back yard. Even the hawks know not to mess with him. He’s got a rep and lots of street cred.
August 8, 2018 at 4:02 pm |
Turk’s a big boy. And when he sprawls out like that, he looks even bigger.
He loves his outdoor time, too. Back in the day, when he was an indoor-outdoor cat, we’d find him in the neighbors’ trees, up on the garage roof, you name it.
Now he only ventures out of the Turkenbunker with his security detail in tow. We don’t keep him on a harness anymore, like we do with Miss Mia Sopaipilla, but we do keep an eye on him.
August 8, 2018 at 4:11 pm |
Tha’s a nice picture too! From the depth of field, I’m guessing the RX100.
August 8, 2018 at 7:37 pm |
Yessirree. Having the flip-out LCD on that dude sure makes it easy to shoot at ground level.
August 8, 2018 at 4:08 pm |
Has the Turkinator met Sluggo?
August 8, 2018 at 7:37 pm |
Not yet, JD. His Excellency is focused on lizards at present. One threat at a time.
August 8, 2018 at 5:04 pm |
What a handsome fellow! My threesome cadre of Frankie, Ivan, and Fiona send out their salute to the Turk. May his name be blessed above all!
August 8, 2018 at 7:41 pm |
Right back atcha, Dale. I need some fresh snaps of Miss Mia. She’s a tougher get ’cause she’s gray and hates the paparazzi.
August 8, 2018 at 6:06 pm |
So glad my allergist tested me last week. ‘G’ had mentioned the c word to me and I said nope. Then I showed her the test results. Yep one of my biggest allergens CATS. It’s a great day!
August 8, 2018 at 7:43 pm |
Happily, you have about a hunnerd border collies to keep you warm at night as you sleep on the back patio. Them, and the bears, mountain lions, coyotes, etc., et al., and so on and so forth.
Your Manitou pop-up didn’t sail south to Pee-ebb-blow in that big storm a while back, did it? They run down there, I hear, but only from the John Laws. And never with empty hands.
August 9, 2018 at 12:56 am |
Saw that on CNN and wondered when is it NOT International Cat Day myself. What’s the saying? Something about the ancient Egyptians worshiping the critters as gods, but someone forgot to tell the cats this was in the ancient past, so they still believe it’s true…and act accordingly?
August 9, 2018 at 6:23 am |
the national cat day celebration started early at our house. there was a show of military might in the form of a parade through the house at around 2:00 am. actually several parades followed by the ritual killing of the cockroaches. a meal was served and naps were taken.
August 9, 2018 at 2:32 pm |
International Cat Day started at 4:47 this morning, with the three of them taking turns parading through the bedroom and yowling. There are days when I wonder why, oh why. But our Spritz cleaned out all the shrews when we first got him, and now catches mice trying to invade about once a month. He eats them too, tip to tail, demonstrating a waste-not, want-not kind of approach to his diet.
August 9, 2018 at 2:54 pm |
Cat? I don’t need no stinkin’ cat. I have a Duffy. He just goes all terrier on mice. Do you remember the difference between a terrier and a terrorist? You can negotiate with a terrorist.