Pictures of Cats

Today, as creative juices are a little short in supply, I thought that I would share pictures of cats.  Specifically, pictures of MY cats.  Everyone needs a little warm fuzzy time.

So, okay.  Here are Emily and Oliver as babies.  Emily is the one with the black ears.  In this picture, it looks like she was hugging Oliver, but trust me. She wasn’t.

Here’s another one.  Oliver is sleeping the sleep of the just.

Awww…look at the babies.  They’re so cute and small.  And then they…grew up.   Here’s Emily now:

And here’s Oliver:

OliverDon’t you love the tongue sticking out?  I have so many damn pictures of that cat’s tongue.


My sister rescued Emily and Oliver as baby kittens when they were dumped on her road.  I had just lost two of my cats, so I knew they were meant for me.  My older cat, Isaac, wasn’t so sure.

After a month or two, Isaac got used to the kittens.  Then Tasha came to live with us.  Actually, I believe Tasha was dumped in the woods near my house and she started living under my porch.  I took her in.  Isaac was not amused.  Here’s Tasha with Isaac, once he finally let her get close to him.  Give a woman an inch, and she steals the whole blanket.


Tasha was about eight months old when she came to live with us.  As with Emily and Oliver, she grew.  Here’s Tasha now:

What can I say?  I have a gift.  I can make anything fat.

Anyway, we lived happily enough until a friend of mine at work told me about a little kitten she had rescued from the streets of Queens in NYC.  He was half-starved, scared and looking for a home.  I already had four cats.  So of course I said that I would take him!  And thus Eddie came to household.  Isaac really wasn’t amused this time.  “Another one?  Seriously?”

It took a while for me to get Eddie to trust me, but after some time and patience he was socialized pretty well into our little family.  As you can see:

He started out pretty scrawny, so I haven’t been able to make him fat yet.  But he is definitely “sleek”!

My beloved baby Isaac passed away a couple of years ago, so I am a four cat household again.  And if you came to see me, you wouldn’t think I had any cats at all – well, except for the litter boxes – because they all run and hide from strangers.  I like to think that they love me and don’t want to risk being snatched from my warm embrace.

But it’s probably the food.

 

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  1. aaawwwwwwww

    • Betsy Horvath says:

      @Laryn: It occurred to me as I wrote this post that I need more pictures of Eddie. I shall have to see what I can do – don’t want him to be left out! LOL 😀

  2. Aw, the babies are/were gorgeous. I’m down to one cat right now, which feels a bit strange, so I’m expecting the strays to find their way to the door. Beautiful pictures, Betsy. The sticking out tongues are great. 🙂

    • Betsy Horvath says:

      @Shirley Wells: I always say that when the time is right, the cats appear – and they usually do for me! I lost two cats within a month of each other, so we went from a three cat house down to one (Isaac). He was really lonely. And then Emily and Oliver showed up. When we were at a 5 cat house after I took in Eddie, I thought there were too many. Then my Isaac died within three or four months of taking Eddie in. So I guess Eddie just came earlier than I expected. 😀

      And, seriously, is there anything cuter than a white cat sticking his tongue out? I think not!

  3. AWWWWWWWWW I love cats! I have 3 of my own. Only reason I don’t have more ( besides extra litter duty LOL) is the husband would kill me LOL I enjoyed seeing your kitties!

    • Betsy Horvath says:

      @Doris: I know – I just love cats. I love dogs too, but cats don’t need to be walked – LOL. I’d have more, but I just don’t have enough room. Although sometimes the fur tumbleweeds rolling through the house gets a little intense. LOL 😀

      • @Betsy Horvath:
        HAHAH at fur tumbleweeds! so so true! OY! my long haired cat leaves them everywhere. I go in to go to bed at night and the bed is covered in white dots LOL It’s the hair balls that I hate! I always step in them nice and warm and wet in the middle of the night! LOL

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