a fine feline sunday

I missed writing up my Caturday post, but decided to make up for it with this post the following Sunday. Danï, for reasons only known to a cat, decided to come visit me while I was sitting at the kitchen table. She used me as a human ladder to move from the floor to the table top where she could be close. Danï could have just as easily leapt from the floor directly onto the table as I’ve watched her do countless times, but for that one moment I suppose she felt she could combine a quick direct visit with her travels up to the tabletop.

This photo was taken with my iPhone 11 and portrait mode. I wanted to play around a bit with it, especially the bokeh filter. Oh, you didn’t know about the bokeh filter? If you go into edit mode on your iPhone with iOS 17, you have the ability to change the simulated f-stop. I, in effect, closed down the simulated f-stop two stops to theoretically increase the area in focus, in the process sharpening up the out-of-focus background, but not so much that the background snaps into focus. The change in f-stop on the iPhone changes the in-focus areas only, not the exposure.

This second photo is Danï sitting regally with her polydactyl fore paws out for all to see. She’s proud of all those extra toe beans. And it’s just a regular photo with nearly infinite depth of field.

nicholas goes to the vet

Nicholas ignoring one of his favorite treats, salmon paste

Nicholas needed to get his shots today, one of which was for rabies. I was able to place him into the big carrier, one that’s actually meant for small dogs. And a good thing, as Nicholas now officially weighs in at 12 pounds and change.

I’ve always remarked how quiet Nicholas is. Not today, however. Once in the carrier he cried out like the world was out to get him. He carried on while I put him in the car, and he carried on all the way to the vet’s office. Once inside the vets he was completely silent, preferring to hide behind a towel they put up just for him.

Nicholas after his shots, trying to schrooch into a corner

After his series of shots he huddled into the corner behind the towel and started to growl at the world. And he stayed that way until one of the vet techs came in and gently placed him back into his carrier. Once out the door he was totally quiet all the way back home. I let him out of the carrier in the kitchen and he took off like a little furry cannon ball. Fifteen minutes later he was back to get his mid-day meal, and acting like nothing had happened.

Nicholas might be a big two years old, but in some ways he’s still a kitten.