Meet Howie. He passed away February 9, 2007. He was fourteen years old. He had had a rough year but he fought with the stubbornness only he was capable of. He would meet me at the door when I came home from work. He would wake me up in the morning if his breakfast was late by putting his nose to mine and letting his whiskers tickle my cheeks. If that didn't work he would gently pat my cheek with his paw. This photo fully captures his essence which I call, "Howieness". Also known as, "I don't want to have my photo taken thank you very much." But he was loving and lovable and sweet and wonderful when he wanted to be. He would fall asleep with me every night curled up in the crook of my arm. He would jump into my lap and knead my stomach whenever I sat down on the sofa. He was a great mouser. He loved marshmallows. He loved chicken. He loved steak. He loved playing in the stream of water coming out of the bathroom sink. And I miss him.
Woah, woah!
I enjoy the contrast between the relatively flat water in the foreground and background, angular rocks and vertical water spray in the middle.
Because you can never have too many cat photos. In my opinion, at least. You might perhaps have already noticed that trend here.
I've been asked to indicate Izzy's enormity a bit better. I'll work on a better shot, but how about this? Please note that in a not-very-stretched out state he's almost the length of my leg. Granted, I'm not a very tall person, but still. Human leg. Izzy. Not small.
Here's a photo to give you a view of the size differences between Howie and Izzy. Yes, there is a bit of perspective in this angle, but you get the idea. When Izzy stretches out on the bed there isn't much room left for me. He is a large, fluffy, hefty beast. Not that Howie was small.
