Saturday, May 13, 2023

Table Cat: Pictures-to-Poetry Part I (and probably the only part)

Pretty much since the day we brought Smudge home, she's taken to hanging out under our oversized living room coffee table. Though she's not big on sitting with us (yet) and will likely never let us hold her, when we sit in our favorite living room chairs she almost always follows to lay down by our feet under her table. We'll take what we can get. So anyway:

 The sofa, the bed,

or the big comfy chair,

When sleep overcomes her it matters not where.
And when she's not sleeping,
Choices abound:
En sillhouette

or just lazing around.

But since day one and every chance she is able,
Her most favorite spot is under the table.




Hmmm, way to photo dump, daddy-O. And the poetry- well, let's just say, maybe you should stick to fixing things, lawn mowing, and pooch-sitting...




18 comments:

Lynn and Precious said...

The good thing about her lying under the table, is that when you're in your chair you can look down and see her all the time. Precious took years before she got to the point of where she gives me legs every night. Until then it was just look at her if she was laying where we could see her.

Katie Isabella said...

She will slowly change and creep nearer and nearer...until she gives in to the thought to come up to your lap. I wonder if she would try if you were sitting on the floor within a few feet of her?

Tama-Chan, Benny, Vidock, Violette, Ollie, Heloise, Momo, Ryu said...

She is lovely and looks so comfortable and happy. She is home.

Purrs,
The Chans

My Mind's Eye said...

Smudge you are you inspire your peeps to write poetry
That surely means you are 150% doing what you are supposed to do. Have I told you lately how beautiful your furs are?! If not, consider yourself told and I'm sure I'll do it again.

We took a road trip yesterday (70miles one way) to have lunch with our daughter for an early Mother's Day in Kinston. It is 1/2 way for us and for her. I'll post about it on Happy Tuesday.
Hugs Cecilia

Eastside Cats said...

Smudge is such a cutie-pie!

Zoolatry said...

Something about having a "roof over her head" ... safe in the shadows, not underfoot ...
what an extraordinary sixth sense is inside that leads to comfy, cozy and protective
places ...

Gidget Blue Sky said...

we purrscribe nip, furresh and dried!!!!

Memories of Eric and Flynn said...

Smudge loves her table, and with time may migrate towards your laps.

pilch92 said...

She looks relaxed and comfortable in all her spots. :)

Brian's Home Blog said...

We enjoyed the poetry and seeing your pretty facing looking all comfy cozy!

meowmeowmans said...

Smudge, that's a nice spot you've claied as yours. Maybe with some time, you'll decide up on the couch with Mom and Dad is fun, too. XO

Wanderingcatstudio said...

She does seem to have made herself at home!

The J-Cats said...

We rather like the poem, Smudge. And We like the pictures of YOU even better!

Mark's Mews (Marley, Lori, Taz, and Binq) said...

Nice to see you again! We lost our reader list a few years ago and a few friends got lost in the rebuild. You are looking happy, Smudge.

BTW, Angel Iza was almost named "Smudge". We got her (and cheap) because the breeder thought she had "smudgy" colors for a Siamese. Well that was because she was a Siameser-ish Tonkinese. Best mistake we ever fell into. MOL!

https://hairballsandhissyfits.com said...

Never say never! Frodo hated to be held and NEVER sat on my lap and then one day when he turned 7 yes 7 years old he decided to become a giant mushball with me and started kneading me and sleeping with me for the first time! That is what i love about cats--they never stop surprising you!

The Oceanside Animals said...

Oona: "Oona too has spent a lot of time discovering all the good places to sit, sleep, hide, and curl up in!"
Chaplin: "You didn't discover them, Charlee and I already knew all about th—"
Oona: "OONA DISCOVERED THEM AND THEY BELONG TO OONA NOW!!!"

Saku said...

She's so pretty! She's obviously not afraid of you, just aloof. My Silver girl was like that too. The only time I actually held her was when she was dying. Although she was too weak to fight back, she continued to slap her tail to let me know she was annoyed. She would, however, lay on the arm of the couch beside me. Connection was always on her terms. I do hope, Smudge desides to give you a little more.

Cat and DOG Chat With Caren said...

love this girl! Some shots of her remind me of my Angel Cody whom I miss terribly as I know you miss Cleo (((hugs)))