This is one of our neighborhood cats; I have named her “Myrtle”. Myrtle doesn’t seem to belong to anyone and since she is fairly scrawny, I do occasionally feed her. Now that Japan is in the rainy season, she has been sitting beneath the eaves in our back courtyard in order to keep dry.
I found this cat sunning itself on our laundry deck. She let me take this photograph before she ran away.
Kofu, Japan/February 2016
During the winter season, the outdoor cats who reside near Kyoto’s famous Philosopher’s Path enjoy warm blankets and snacks provided by local residents.
Kyoto, Japan
January, 2016
If there are whispers of the divine,
then surely they manifest themselves
in the curve of your spine, or perhaps,
through the curiosity of your
preoccupied face.
Even in the frost the tips of
her silver coat illuminate and
within the morning hush, her
steady purr sets the rhythm for
the day.
My breath slows as we stretch
towards the sun in the tabernacle
of our home.
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These were the thoughts that prompted me
to get out of bed this morning. The image is
of my cat, Sorcha. It was taken in 2010, when
I lived in San Francisco. She is still with us.
Our cat Oona runs for cover when she hears thunder.
Nikita is a Savannah that used to belong to a friend from my San Francisco days. The Savannah breed is a cross between a domestic cat and a serval.
sundry folly 