I realized I have been being a bad cat parent, in that I am allowing Malkin to grow up without capturing his youth in pictures!
Not that we're going to be going to Sears, but I did want to share his cuteness with everyone.
I am now officially the post-hookup gay guy with the cat he dresses in sailor costumes.
Malkin is a clever cat, so he was wary of the camera at first.
I had to lie on the bed and allow him to get used to the whirrs and clicks and try to help get him past his primitive sense that the camera would steal his soul (which of course it did--or part of it).
Anyway, here are some Malkin pix from tonight.
I did some other pics of non-Malkin but I'll post them to Flickr.
What a handsome face! He looks like a tough guy. I think if I played the paper bag game with him, I'd have to wear gloves!
ReplyDeleteMalkin thanks you for the compliments, Amy! He's actually the biggest softie ever. If I wrote his story it would be called Malkin: Cat of the Streets (like Crane's Maggie: Girl of the Streets). And yet one would expect a hoodlum from the tough life. He's canny and devious, but gentle physically. He's never once scratched or bitten me in over a year since his adoption. One time it looked like he was reluctantly coming to the conclusion that it was time to teach me a lesson, but that was when I had him in the shower and after the water had started to go from warm to cold. That was one of the worst nights in recent memory. He had gotten into something that was only gonna come out with shampooing. I think I took three nerve pills before attempting it and I felt like a murderer. I remember seeing the look in his eye when the "feral moment" was arriving so I slid the shower door open quick as fuck...I didn't want to "go there" and then have the specter of domestic violence (his, not mine) hanging over us the rest of our lives. He jumped out soaking wet and shook the shit all over everything. But the moment had passed. We were back to civil relations. ;-)
ReplyDeleteHe does have a sweet face, but he also looks a bit burly! And something about that steady gaze makes me think his reflexes are quick.
ReplyDeleteI only had to give Romeo a bath that one time--and he was old enough (12) that he didn't fight me. Either he knew he couldn't fight his way out of this one, or he had learned to trust me that much. Maybe a bit of both. Older and wiser. The whole process would have taken ten times longer had it been a decade earlier, when he was still full of piss and kibble.
Malkin said he read between the lines and that you are calling him fat. I tried to assuage his ego, but he said I wasn't to repeat "any more of (her) comments" to him as it would only "ruin his day and add to the ill-will in the world." Jeez. Sen-si-tive!
ReplyDeleteAwww fishpaste, I was referring to his muscular shoulders, his luxurious and lionine ruff, and his majestic paws. A cat who can swat his way out of a heavy-duty paper bag in the blink of an eye!
ReplyDeleteAwww...Malkin says all is forgiven now. In fact, he liked your "muscular shoulders, luxurious and leonine ruff, and majestic paws" so much now he wants you to be his biographer. ;-)
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