Sunday, December 28, 2008

Beam



Moby has been very engaged with any sun reflection, whether off of my laptop iMogen, or my watchface or a shiny magazine. Or in this case, a small mirror I brought out for the purpose. First photo he is plotting, missed is his stretch up to capture, seen is the start of his embarrassing slide off the scanner and halfway off the desk. I stopped with the camera to help him, but he scrabbled up uncertainly. I held him for a moment and tried not to giggle. Poor cat. I told him not to be embarrassed, but he was rather rattled.

8 comments:

mm said...

That first one does it for me, especially.

Relatively Retiring said...

Yes, I love the coiled-spring intent of the first one.

Roderick Robinson said...

They don't like being caught out in some practice that lowers their dignity. Our ginger cat George, dead this last decade, was once seen stalking a bird across the snow-covered garage roof. As conspicuous as a tarantula on a slice of Angel Cake (Thanks: Raymond Chandler). We both laughed out aloud at his optimism. His sulk was immediate and prolonged.

Lucy said...

Our old ginger we had as kids used to stretch up to knock the back door knocker to come in (it was at waist height), but never, ever if you were watching, then he'd just wait to be let in. I caught him doing it once in about 10 years, and he was most digruntled.

Lovely set of Moby posts.

am said...

Stretching up to the beam, only to slide off the foothold in bewilderment. Being held and reassured by a loved one. A good story for today. Thanks so much!

word verification: amenn

herhimnbryn said...

First one for me too. Such planning and intent!

For our hound, it is the reflection of my Specs. on the wall!

Zhoen said...

mm, RR,

He looks so intent and elegant, then.

BB,
Very disappointed cat. Aw.

Lucy,
Midnight, from when I was small, could jiggle one doorknob and get out one door if it wasn't locked.

am,
Nothing quite like a feline stretch.

herhimnbryn,
Hound and specs, ha! Something about that intense light, just triggers the hunter prey instinct.

Pacian said...

Yes, I find that cats hate you to see them break their illusion of perfect grace.