Here we have a friendly inside/outside feline resident of Portland showing off her fancy coat of spots, a faint echo of her wild African roots.
However, it seems as if traces of this cat's primal nature begin and end with her coat pattern . . .
"Looks like we got a roller on our hands!" Always an unmistakable sign of a happy cat - reveling in the dirt, air and what little sun leaks it's way through the permanent cloud cover of a March afternoon. It's an invitation to join in on the celebration of the cat's feline nature, by offering pets and scratches.
Being civilized has it's perks, no doubt.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
I ran into this handsome gent while wandering the neighborhoods of south east Portland; an area which I now consider to be ruled primarily by cats. His name tag read "BENSON".
Benson is a bit on the stout side with a coat that matches the color of Portland's sky. He carried himself with the air of a feline that lives with an older lady.
As soon as saw us, he ran down the driveway to greet us and receive pets. He quickly revealed himself to be a pro charmer of humans.
Even though his lazy googly eye made it difficult to tell what he was interested in at times, it only added to his charm, like an old drunken grandfather living in a cat's body. He is pictured above with his tongue retracted.