On Photography and Felines

I got bit the first time by the photography bug many, many years ago. Kittens will do that to you. I wanted to document every last bit of their lives, but sadly I lost most of those photos. Few survived, but I’m so forever thankful for the ones I have. When Nimbus was born, he was my redemption, my second chance to thoroughly document a cat’s life from the very beginning.


Yes, the Prince really was – once upon a time – TINY. He really was more rodent-looking the first couple weeks, but thankfully by a month old when this picture was taken he started looking a little more, erm… feline.

Nimbus grew up being photographed, before he could even see, he had his picture taken. I, as gory as it sounds, even took one last picture of him before he passed, because in his tranquilized state, he was much BETTER looking than he was before, and I wanted his final picture to not show the misery that was in his face. Dignity in life, dignity in passing. I will not share that picture – I have once or twice before, but rarely – because it still brings back many painful memories, and I do not want anyone else getting weepy.

When Nimbus passed, I was really afraid I’d lost my muse. I’d discovered other photography hobbies, even while I (tried) to keep the muse with the twins.

I journeyed out to Valley Forge, PA.


This was taken a couple years ago, over the summer, and I got to watch the fog dissipate over the hill. I tried to capture it again but instead I got this:


And I took up animals…


(And if you know me, you’re cracking up laughing that I took this pic because you know I do NOT like these birds, because they do NOT like me.)

And then the clouds…


I started to feel it again. So I shifted back, bug bit again (partly because of a new camera) back to the cats. Of course Curzon would be more cooperative, but never one to play favorites I always tried to include HRH Queen Jadzia in on the photo shoots.


She didn’t always cooperate. Actually she rarely did lol. She was always a lady on the move. But sometimes I got lucky.


Yes, usually it involved her sleeping LOL.

And now with her gone, I just feel so – blah – but Curzon won’t hear of it.

So, with a day off because of all this snow that we were supposed to get but didn’t because everyone a few miles away got it instead, Curzon reignited the flame again.

Yep, the more things change, the more they stay the same. In the very beginning it was me and this ragamuffin little stray kitten and he’s shown time and time again to be my strength and inspiration like only a feline can be. He’s truly one of a kind.


Funny how sometimes one body part grows to full size seemingly overnight and then the rest of the life is spent growing into that one part that just went POOF. Curzon was the ears. Jadzia was the floof. Nimbus, well, I’m not sure on that one. LOL it was either the paws or the tail. That tail… omg. And yes, he knew how to use that thing too lol.

So after a trip down memory lane and a showcasing of some of my hits (and misses), I hope you had a good time. Life is truly short, even if it doesn’t seem like it. May the winds be gentle and the purrs loud and rumbly.


PS: I really should acknowledge the one who made me into the photographer I am. If not for the one and only Cat Daddy, the cats that have come into our lives and the ones I’m sure will come later wouldn’t know the joys of having their own personal photographer! Never one to stifle creativity, he’s always been pushing me to let my own personality out. He’s still trying in some ways, but in others he’s been the driving force. Mic, I love you with all of my heart, all of my very being. After nearly 16 years, that has not changed. We both have had our struggles, our highs and our lows, and our medical scares (especially mine). Every time I’ve gotten thrown on my rear you’ve been right there to catch me and get me through it. You were there when my world got ripped apart, you were there when I got so sick I couldn’t fend for myself, you were there for me when I was so hurt I couldn’t lift a cat if I wanted to. You’ve laughed with me, cried with me, snapped me back into reality, and nudged me when I needed it. You’ve supported every endeavor I’ve attempted, whether I’ve succeeded or not (and yes folks, I’ve not always been successful). As the seasons begin to change, we are changing as well and I’m so glad that we get to do it together. I can’t imagine anyone else I’d rather go through it with. So thanks for the last 16 years and here’s to hoping that there’s at least twice that ahead of us. I love you!


4 thoughts on “On Photography and Felines

  1. Awesome photographic memories! My human’s dad was a serious hobbyist photographer, so when my human decided to pick it up as an adult, it was with his castoff equipment. Of course, she photographed different subjects than he did (she was a rock music journalist). Eventually, in the digital era, she veered off into her own digital preferences equipment-wise too.


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