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I shared a picture of this same cat two weeks ago. This is one of many cats around St. Crispin's.

This feline is especially friendly. When I shared this picture with a couple attending the same conference, the wife told me the cat had followed them on a little nature hike.

Hmm. A cat with species confusion, perhaps. It's an Episcopal camp, so we are quite tolerant.

299/365 - Cat Friday

Her Ladyship strikes a pose atop her favorite perch - the oven, which is the second highest spot in the kitchen.

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Friday's cat can wait in place.

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What creature is this, who darkens counsel on my drive?

Cat Friday, Part One; Part two is featured at Love During Wartime.

75/365: Cat Friday

One of a number of neighborhood cats. This one seems to be standing sentry.

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One of the many objects I have to remind me of Padre. Padre made this from a kit, sometime in the early 1960s. This was sometime after Kennedy became president, but before he was assassinated. Rocking chairs enjoyed popularity because Kennedy liked a rocking chair; it gave his back needed support.

You can't see the claw marks in this picture. The lady in the lower left-hand corner has left her mark on the chair. Hard to know why she responds to it this way. It endured the dust of Midland, West TX, for over two decades. But it may still have retained the scent from two dogs (Frieda and Gidget) and a cat (Sam).

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Alexandria recently returned from a stay in Key West, Florida. She was there for a little over a week. While there, she was introduced to a chowder of cats said to be descended from a cat owned by Ernest Hemingway. This is one of them.

It was a good cat.

33/365: Friday Cat

My friend Alexandria is out of town for about two weeks, and I am cat-sitting while she is away. On the left is Martin (technically her son's cat); on the right is Shadow (who could be DJ's aunt). The two cats tolerate each other, but it would be nigh unto impossible to get a good picture with both of them. Thus, this photo montage.

BTW, in the lower right-hand corner, just below Shadow, is my current signature for photo/digital art - a block form of my initials overlaid on the Hebrew aleph. The block initials are created new with each new image; the aleph is a stock image I have on file.

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This plaque was a Christmas gift given to Sunday School teachers at my church. It is hung in my kitchen, near the door to the dining area, and above the microwave.

DJ is a bird fan, and looks forward to the season of "Kitty TV" (which should start soon), so she approves of this decoration.

26/365: Cat Friday

Dame Julian ("DJ") is a little over a foot long, when stretched full length. Shot taken by available light with a Canon Rebel.

Night time temperatures have averaged in the teens and twenties for the past few weeks. Which has encouraged my feline companion to seek ambient warmth. She likes to sleep with me (her favorite spot seems to be in the crook of my knees). She also spends a lot of time on the comforter of my bed, even when I'm not under it.

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Neighborhood cat visits.

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Dame Julian, Friday, 19.Jan.07. The lady seems to pose, even though she is a most reluctant (or flighty) model.

19/365: Dream

I had a wild dream in the early hours. I woke somewhere between 2:30 and 3:00, and skated on the edge of sleep until the alarm went off at 5:30. At which point rising from bed was a challenge.

In the dream, I had returned to college and was living in a two story dorm. The building appeared to be as much of a house as a dorm, although it also resembled the dorm I lived in when I originally attended college.

My room was on the second floor, and appeared larger than an average dorm room. It was also somewhat rustic, with distressed wood interior. It resembled the interior of a cabin.

I stored some possessions in the room, then left.

When I returned to the dorm, I could not get to the second floor. There was a rickety stairwell on the east side of the building, but it was broken well below the door. I remembered dorms often have inner stairwells at the mid-point of the building, so I entered through the first floor and ran down the hall. There was a stairwell at the mid-point, but ingress to the second floor was blocked.

So I went to the west end of the building. I had to go back outside in order to get to the stairwell. This stairwell ended at a landing, where there was an open elevator shaft, but no call button. The elevator was an open cage.

The elevator stopped well over my head, as if between floors. I was getting frustrated.

I found my roommate, and asked him how we were supposed to get to the second floor. He told me our room was actually a sort of duplex, and could be entered through the first floor.

So, we entered through his part of the duplex, where there was a tight spiral staircase. The space was so narrow, it was almost impassable.

Later, I tried to find the downstairs entrance of this duplex, and the door seemed to be hidden. Meanwhile, some type of lecture was taking place in a meeting room at the west end of the dorm building.

The speaker was a young woman I am acquainted with in waking life. We met for a light lunch following her presentation.

All through this, in the waking world, my cat was peacefully sleeping between my knees.