Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Eiríkr - the Complete Cat Exhibition

Recipe for a spectacular show:

grumpiness & seriousness define kittens


but with a little attention & care



even the coldest souls ...



..warm up



and unfold, I mean fold! fold...


nose tucked away under front paw, back leg over the ear! in your face yoga people!



personal treasure well hidden away



awww...tiny kitten nose!



giving in in the paws of Sleep. Sooo peaceful ...


enhance fluffeh paws



close up on mighty whiskers and freckly nose


[yoda voice] A small wonder this kitten is. [/yoda voice]

Tuesday, May 04, 2010

Birthday boy

Today is Eiríkr's birthday . He's one year old. Tiny, little one year. Donkey did not want to be photographed this morning. He was cranky. Maybe I'll get him to pose for me in the evening. Maybe.

I wanted to tell you how much he weights, his size and the characteristics the breed gave him, yet I realized that I do not know these details.

I only know that he's 3.7 -3.8 kilos because he seemed too heavy two nights ago when I lifted him up and I decided two cans of wet food a day is too much.

I know he has piercing teeth because it hurts when he bites my ankles, sharp claws for he has shredded my hands, that he is (still) the proud owner of two balls as tiny as chickpeas because he cleans them every ten minutes, that he does not like to be alone, that he has fur, a lot of it!, because although he filled our clothes with it the one he still has on is very generous and thick.

When he's stressed he licks his nose wet up to the root and looks like a clown.

He's antisocial and runs like crazy when he meets new people.

He is very talkative and in the evenings he gives me a full report of what he did all day, although I could swear he did nothing but sleep and eat.

He likes vanilla yogurt, ice cream and muffins. The last two also vanilla flavoured.

He likes to graze on clover worse than a flock of goats but he can not distinguish between the clover pot and the pot of geraniums so he meows insistently until the latter one is presented to him for close inspection (= get the pot off the ledge, wait for the inspection, receive a reproachful look, put the pot back on the ledge) although I explained to him it is not the good one.

He likes to climb onto the topmost shelf of the bookcase where he watches in contempt and superiority all those who are unable to rise up to his expectations.

He's being a bit of an ass most of the time but he compensates with a sticky lovable attitude when he feels like.

He answers to the name Eric, said loudly, firmly, but also to Donkey, Piggy, Sausage, Cornichon, Gigel, etc.. as long as they are spoken with the same tone as Eric.

And if all of this is not enough ... I hope he'll learn to read anytime soon otherwise he will not understand:
Happy Birthday Eiríkr *!


* And Sara and Eric's fat brother and the gray that resembles the father brother and the gray and playful sister and I hope I did not forget anybody.


L.E. and here he is, a one year and one day old Eiríkr





Saturday, May 01, 2010

missed me missed me now you've got to ...kiss me?

So pretty, so delicate in the morning



So lazy, so careless in the afternoon