These very impressive cats live with mab in Moscow and at her dacha. I asked her in the last post to show us pictures, if possible.
Do I have pictures of my cats….what a question. My cats are not as unbelievably adorable as The Muntz (and no creature on earth is more adorable than Vesla, charging down the hill, ears flapping wildly), but…
Both of them come from my Moscow pet food store. At night people drop off kittens, puppies, sick animals and strays, and the store takes them in, fixes them up, and lets them roam about and sleep on the merchandise until a customer adopts them.
I don’t know what Rosie is. For awhile I thought she was a Norwegian Forest Cat — please confirm or deny — (Heavens, I don’t know… Well, there’s one that lives around about here, but I don’t know what their distinguishing characteristics are when they aren’t living in a Norwegian forest. She looks very elegant in her tupperware, and I’ll hazard a guess that she is –AJP) but she’s probably just a mix. She is tiny, afraid of strangers, but a phenomenal hunter. She spends her summer at the dacha killing things — mostly mice, moles and voles (brought to me in bed, of course). She has a penchant for small spaces.
Here we have the same dive-bombing, 100-decibel buzzing musky toes as you have, so I’ve got screens up everywhere. Alas, the cats like to punch through them so they can climb in the windows. This picture is Trixie half-in and half-out of my study window. And before you say it — she’s not fat, she’s fluffy. Well, that’s not true. She’s both. But one has one’s pride.
A Bad Guide 
I love the first picture. Very “cat”.
“What are you doing with that thingie? Bring us food.”
Is there Maine-coon in Trixie? She looks a bit like my neighbour’s Hamilton.
Heh – they used to say that the internet is for posting pictures of your cat. Methinks his Grafship has renewed the tradition by posting pictures of other people’s cats.
None of these cats is called Rasputin? In my view both of them could easily bear that name, especially if looking at the first picture.
Yes, they do like they are plotting the overthrow of the empire, don’t they?
I don’t know if Siberians are related to Maine Coon Cats, but they look much alike.
Beautiful cats! they are so… so Russian with that “I know everything, but nothing is important” melancholy.
Ours is from Russia too, and we adore this look in her eyes.
(And the black nose of Rosie is especially impressive, I would say Bakuninist.)
my sister brought home a Japanese cat, i was like have a heart, why do you need to bring the creature all the way from its country and she said can’t abandon the cat after three years she brought it up from the small street kitten
What country did she take it to? Mongolia? My mother took 2 cats to New York from England; I don’t think they ever really enjoyed the hot summers, but who does?
Muska is a very lovely little cat.
brought home=Mongolia, sure
A very lovely cat indeed. Siberian, too.
I guess I sent the wrong pictures. My cats are actually somewhat ridiculous.
Why don’t you send AJP the ridiculous pictures.
What does a Japanese cat look like?
Our cats always looked like this:
http://images.google.com/images?q=yellow+tabby&oe=utf-8&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a&um=1&ie=UTF-8&ei=54JdSpHWOYqkMeKfta4C&sa=X&oi=image_result_group&ct=title&resnum=1
I love your cats, mab.
she looks black and compared to the cats in the photos it seemed to me with less fur, that’s what i’ve seen through skype
will see in August myself
sure cats can’t know what about homeland, maybe they know the feeling of home and the humans who take care of them, but horses maybe know and there was a story about a horse who run back to Mongolia from Vietnam, when the horse was send as a gift during the Vietnam war, or from the west front during the WWII, i don’t know whether those are true stories or folklore though
there is a saying, very buddhist like, that one shouldn’t remove a stone from its place, coz it would suffer to find its place again, just recalled in the process of commenting :)
not find, but kinda like getting accustomed to the new place, coz it can’t move by itself of course
and basically the saying advocates doing nothing pretty buddhist like which was pretty reactionary in our history as we are taught at school and i partially agree with that, just any principle can be right or wrong depending on how to apply it, like duality of not the opposite things, but of oneness
i was to say black and white etc, but the white contains all the spectrum, so, not duality but multitude
now have to think back to void :)
kind s/b can’t
I know with bees you’re supposed to move their hive either less than a metre or more than a mile if you want them to find their way home.
ha, duality again, a metre or a mile, ah?
i thought out that black is dominant and can neglect all the spectra, voila – void
should have written at reply the previous comment
Yes, it’s hard to know where to put the comments here, isn’t it?
Or you could say that black paint contains the whole spectrum and white light contains the whole spectrum, so it’s a duality of multitudes.
and the world is like multitude of dualities containing multitudes?
i was thinking black, black night it could be or black hole, but in the end it’s a colour, yes
white is light yes, and paint, yes, never tried to mix all the colours to get the white paint, but it’s the silliest thing to attempt perhaps on purpose
can’t think anything white else, but light is like of course broad enough to contain multitudes
i like to think about things like this silly-idly, as if take anything and it would be a part of chaos and order, like, a cell as an ordinary structure is very orderly, if many cells, pretty chaotic, how they interact with each other, but they build an organ, a body, very orderly
but not one person is alike another
or letters ( limited number, order) – words (unlimited, chaos) – words in a sentence (limited) – thoughts (unlimited) etc etc
– dialectic materialism with buddhist flavour :) – zebra universe 0f order-chaos-order-chaos
i read the phinpost’s link and got like inspired :))))
To write the comment I meant coz the thoughts are not new
I’m not crazy about Hegel’s dialectics, never mind dialectical materialism. However, I like the Daoists, even if they were a tiny bit dialectical.
Oh, no! I once took a stone to Stonehenge. Now I begin to feel bad about it. In thirty years, would it begin to feel at home?
That’s nice to hear. Or read. Whatever. The thing is, fat Trixie is the kind of cat who starts purring and rolls over and falls off the bed. I’m afraid your readers’ tolerance for kute kats might be somewhat limited. On the other hand, I could look at cute goat pictures for days on end.