Saturday is Caturday

Saturday is Caturday, a time to post photos and videos of our feline companions. While reviewing some of my scanned slides and negatives I found this purr-fect collection to share.

Our old friend Mojo didn't mind being dressed up. He was a gentle soul who could actually play catch with corks

We had a black and white cat when we lived in an apartment in 1973. This cat was hit by a car and I now suspect he suffered from congenital sensorineural deafness which is common with blue eyed white cats.

In the Navy I was stationed in California. I spotted this guy in a flower bed.

In the 1960s my sister found a kitten which she called Andrew, Eventually that became Fat Andrew. Fat Andrew wasn't fat she was pregnant. Like all cats she did her best to disrupt any desktop activity I was involved with. In this photo I was working on a Linocut for a Christmas card.

My mom had a Siamese she named Abigail, a beautiful creature with deadly claws

Buster and Pickles. Buster couldn't catch a shadow, but Pickles was a hunter. I watched him eating a rabbit. Buster was a bully, but he respected Pickles who was a warrior.

Fat Andrew as a kitten? I discovered this film negative a box. Probably taken in the mid 1960s. Note the damage to the chair. If you have cats, you will never have anything nice.