Showing posts with label Cleo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cleo. Show all posts

Thursday, September 20, 2007

kitten vs human

Who will win? Which will is stronger? Which is more determined? My wife, Jami, a Ph.D. trained academician in English literature, who brings in the big bucks for major educational institutions, rubbing elbows with movers and shakers, or this 7 lb kitten, (named Cleocatra by a woman who mocks my puns) who thinks only of escaping into the yard to chew on the grass underneath the rose bush and incessantly demands Ocean Fish. Who will win indeed.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Cleo from 5 to 7



Cleo is our shadow cat. She exists on a different plane from our three other cats. Cleo is not a slave to the dinner bowl, even when ocean fish is on the menu. She has maintained a lithe, supple exterior, reminiscent of a panther, prowling the jungle, springing from limb to limb, flying among the leaves of the upper canopy. She meows like a goat: mgnaoooooooaaaaaa! I've never heard a cat like this. It's a remarkable sound .
In the top photo Cleo is behind a curtain. She is atomized in air.
The second photo is Cleo re-enacting Man Ray's photo of Marquise Casati - note the doubling of the eyes.
The bottom photo is Cleo's normally intense expression as she creates her own reality through force of will.