Friday, June 6, 2014

The Cats of Birmingham Part 2

I am the porch cat. I am an animate object in a sea of inanimate objects. Hear me purr. Welcome back to the Cats of Birmingham. This post is a little longer than the last one and a few of the cats have more than one picture, but who doesn't like more cats?

The Old Cat and The Porch

This elderly cat (my wife and I think he's old) meows as if he spent his whole life smoking cigarettes.

This is My Motorcycle

 There are many others like it, but this one is mine. Are you looking at my motorcycle? Are ya? Quit looking. It's mine!

Beauty and the Chair

 This cat seemed to know I was taking a picture and it decided to look wistfully off into the distance.

Black Cat Minus the Legs

 This cat was convinced he could make us think that the whole world is his legs.

Blurry Ears

 This cat was almost impossible to photograph. However, If you take a walk along 16th Avenue South, this cat will become your walking companion for several blocks (Don't worry though, it knows how to get back home).

The Guardian of Valley View Park

 We found this cat relaxing on a picnic table, but he quickly went on the prowl as we approached.

The Stair Climber

 This cat had cat things to do and didn't have time to pose for a picture. It's a little known fact that cats actually have very busy schedules, filled with appointments. Those appointments consist of taking naps in specific locations -- but who's to keep them from doing their jobs.

Hard at Work

 This cat is attempting a cushion mind meld.

The Cat's Watch

 Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no kittens. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Cat's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.

 Prissy Cat

 This cat was too high and mighty to come greet us.

The Triumvirate

 Three cats lick themselves clean after a brief rainstorm.

Basking in its glory

A model in its previous life, this cat was quick to strike a pose.

The Old Man

Hey you kids, GET OFF MY LAWN!

OH HAI! I'm spying on you

You didn't know it, but the NSA is actually run by cats. That's why you always find them sitting on your keyboard.

100 Dalmations

And one cat. Good thing Cruella de Vil wasn't around.

Return of the Model Cat

The model cat strikes again and commands you to wonder at her magnificence.

Scruff McGruff

Scruff McGruff the cat is on his beat. Those in possession of the illegal narcotic known as 'catnip' better hide it now.

The King and his Jester

Jester, make folly for me that I may laugh and be amused.

Hangover Cat

Its foul mood and the beer can were indicative of its previous wild night.

Squeaker

This cat had a high-pitched loud meow.

The Murderer

This cat was in the middle of burying a body wrapped in a tarp.

Cat Tongue

We have our first cat tongue sighting! Huzzah!

Sally Pants

We finish (for now) with my favorite cat in one of her new favorite spots.