A Little Goddess

26 Jan

Yesterday, I got to photograph a little goddess.  She was so good and sweet and adorable.

Her name is Artemis–goddess of the hunt.

However, she refused to sleep or take posing directions (one or the other is a necessity). And she is awfully wiggly.  This girl does not stop moving. But I think she still gave me some cute newborn pictures.


She immediately removed the bow from her hair and stretched out those long legs.  But she never once fussed.

I could just keep this one.

Bob Cat

25 Jan

I got Bob from the sale barn.  Really.  I took a set of bottle triplets down to sell and came home with a pair of kittens–one black and one yellow.  It took forever to come up with a name for the bigger yellow one, and in the meantime, my son just called him Yellow Kitty.

Bob

One day, I finally got fed up and asked him what he’d answer to, and he replied, “Bob.”  And that is how I got my Bob Cat.

Bob

It’s true.  He had the heart of a Bobcat.  I don’t know any other cat who would face down a coyote (Full Story).

He was farm cat through and through.  He really enjoyed going on hikes with me through pasture.

I lovingly referred to him as my LGC (livestock guardian cat); although, he did eventually get tired of kids because they tend to butt him.

Pepe behind Bob

He was always happiest outside.

That doesn’t mean he didn’t like the house either, especially when the weather was bad.

He loved snuggling with his dog or cuddling while I was knitting.

Sky and Bob sharing the register vent

He might have been cranky and grumpy, but it worked for him.  And he had those times when he could be magic for the camera.

Lately, he’s been in constant pain with the cancer, and it was time. I will miss my Bob Cat.

More Frosty Scenes

24 Jan

I had such a nice time photographing the hoarfrost Saturday morning that you get another whole post of frosty pictures.

Penelope

blue jay in the plum tree

the front pasture beyond the west side of the barnyard

blue jay in the lilacs

the lane out to the Back Forty

sparrow on the oak tree

Sky by the frosty fence

At least it’s beautiful.