it is no secret that I love a couple of boys named mortimer and motown, and that I photograph them often. I am not too shy about expressing my feelings for these two. I am also not shy about posting photos of one or both of them in this space and over on flickr on a pretty regular basis. what can I say, they are rather photogenic and I'm a bit of a crazy cat-lady. could be worse.
funny thing is, I never lived with cats until mort and motown. I grew up in a family that preferred dogs to cats in a big way. I had two very sweet dachshunds for most of my childhood, and never really put much thought into the possibility of spending my days with a cat (or two). I remember a neighborhood cat that liked to sleep on our back porch, and honestly, I was a little scared of him. back then, cats were weird and unfamiliar, and they didn't seem interested in people or all that loving.
somewhere along the way, my ideas about cats changed, and now it is hard to believe that mortimer and motown haven't been around forever (only thirteen years). they have been shuttled across the country in the cab of a moving truck twice and spent some time in the care of our great friend while we traveled throughout india and southeast asia. they have destroyed a favorite vintage chair, and have made me get out of bed earlier than I wanted countless times. motown has eaten my plants. mortimer has gotten the flu and barfed in the middle of a party we were having. they have delivered really big bugs to me as gifts, and they also have a litterbox that requires cleaning (probably the true daily ritual of this post). I haven't minded cleaning the litter, the early mornings, or even the bugs, and we have a pretty good thing going thus far...as long as they keep allowing me to disrupt their naptime to photograph them.
more daily ritual photos can be found here.
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-leya