Photogenic Feline Friday: Timeless Beauty

Merrow!  I have spoken so you shall listen.  Yes, I do mean you, silly two-legger.

Since the theme for today’s #FriFotos is time, I thought I’d take a moment to remind the two-leggers out there of their minute existence next to us felines, and of course of our timeless beauty.

 

I am cat. Hear me ROAR!

 

I mean you just need to look to Egypt and the SphinxGreek or Egyptian.

 

Be a good two-legger and cower beneath my beauty!

 

Now someone might want to chat with those birds about the wrath that is bound to befall them if they don’t get off this great beauty’s head. MERRROOOW!!

~ FFR

Photogenic Feline Friday: Queen of the Wilds

There will only ever be one Queen of the Wilds. I am feline. Hear me ROAR!

 

Meorrrow!  What would a Wild Themed #FriFotos be without a photographic reminder of who the true Queen of the Wilds is, straight from Egypt, the land where time began.  If we can be this relaxed in the face of crashing waves and whizzing motorbikes on the Seawall of Alexandria, not to mention a cacophony of two-leggers, it shows just how truly powerful we are.  Oh course, while this cat and most other feline femmes are Queens, I am a Goddess.

~ FFR

PS. Cacophony is the jarring, harsh discord of sound that seems to come from the mouths of two-leggers.  Kindly enlightening you on that, as I know two-leggers are a bit slower, and could use the broadening of their vocabulary from us supreme beings.

Photogenic Feline Friday: Egyptian Deities

Meowrrr … after a most enjoyable cat nap, I’m back! Somebody needs to be managing the two-leggers around here afterall.

What inspired my return? Roamancing’s recent adventures in Egypt. Erica follows instructions much better than Emme, and being as she was in a land that revered the cat (or mau, as they called us), I thought she should snap a few shots to remind Emme that I am a creature to be worshiped.  She certainly needs something to remind her of her servitude to supreme beings such as ourselves, as she doesn’t understand that the time to wake up is when I declare so.

Thought this initial shot of Egyptian Deities might serve as a good reminder.

 

All bow to the great and powerful Mau!

 

Hmm, Erica’s obedient, but it would seem her focus may have strayed.

 

Focus Erica, Focus!

 

Honestly two-leggers!  They may make good house pets, but so hard to train. You have to keep on them at all times.

FFR

An Official Warning to Canine-Smelling Intruder

It has been an odious morning. An incident occurred, one which I hope will be the last of its kind considering its depravity. I am loath to speak of of such perversion! But in case such behaviour is considered “normal” amongst two-leggers (and let’s face it, their breed has authored stranger things), I feel it my feline duty to speak out against such . . . such . . . treatment, for lack of a better word. I suppose I should explain . . .

I was enjoying my day’s first siesta on a warm sofa spot with my two-legger. She was employed in some unimportant task and nestled by my side, when the doorbell rang. I stirred in protest as my two-legger rose to attend to the intrusion. I thought I had trained her well enough to know that strangers are not welcome – rather they are FORBIDDEN – during nap time. But instead of my two-legger turning the hopeful at the door away in hushed tones as she should have, she issued an enormous whoop and welcome for the uninvited visitor (as if the doorbell hadn’t disturbed me enough).

Not Amused (Photo by Clint Gardner)

Before I had a moment to process that my very own two-legger had betrayed me by allowing a stranger into my sleepy boudoir, I was unceremoniously jerked into an unknown lap. All this without so much as a “by-your-leave”. But that was not the end of it – soon after I was betrayed and woken, I proceeded to suffer the indignities of rough and inexperienced petting, the details of which I cannot bear to describe. The miscreant guest smelled like canine and mauled like the worst possible two-legger a cat might cross paths with at the best of times – and this, as you may have gathered, was not the best of times.

I did what any such assaulted feline would do: I inserted the claws as far as possible into the offender’s lap, allowing myself to escape during his yelping. As I seethed in my secret hiding place (upstairs) I thought about all the things I should have, could have said to him in the heat of the moment to properly repay him for his behaviour. As I’m sure you have experienced, I found myself full of appropriately livid responses after the opportunity had passed.

I write this in warning to that canine-smelling creature that dared disturb my slumber, and others like him, if such exist. I expect villains like him travel in packs and dwell in some shadowy hideout, far away from the long arm of the law. If ever he or his kind dare(s) to casually “drop by” as happened today, I will be ready to deliver justice, on behalf of all rudely-awakened felines. I assure you that next time, I will be prepared to punish the fellow mercilessly, as is his due. Until then, I wait and prowl.

~FFR

FFR’s Wiley Weekly Word: Mom

Seemed to be a special day yesterday for the two-legged bringers of food, so despite this being their job, mine is rather exceptional, so I thought I’d actually start writing again for her.  After all, her vocabulary tutelage has rather dwindled these last few months and goodness know, she could use it.

This week’s word:  Mom

Mom: This is not a word that we felines use, except with the feline that conceived us, washed us and fed us, in those first few days of life.  My two-legger refers to herself as my Mom, which leads me to believe that Moms are the creatures that feed us and respond to our every whim.  I refer to my two-legger as my servant, so maybe Moms are that, only I get a feeling that there is something more. Really hate to admit it, for fear that it will get my two-legger to big for her bridges, but I do believe that something more is Love.

‘My two-legger is somewhat of an exceptional Mom, as she acts as a wonderful heating blanket every night (only someone should really tell her that to be a blanket, she shouldn’t move), she cuts me up the succulent green little tree-like things, and she’s always there for a hug when I need one.’

My 'Mom' in all of cuddliness. Someone just needs to tell the silly two-legger next to her to move on. Those are my hugs.

~FFR