Saturday Snapshot is hosted by Alyce of At Home With Books. It’s easy to participate – just post a picture that was taken by you, a friend, or a family member and add your link on Alyce’s site. Photos can be old or new, and be of any subject as long as they are clean and appropriate for all eyes to see. How much detail you give in the caption is entirely up to you. Please don’t post random photos that you find online.
This weekend’s snapshot is of our little orange cat, Sabertooth. “Little” is relative, because compared to our other cat, Baxter, Sabertooth IS little – Baxter tops the scale at over 20 lbs. He needs a feline Jenny Craig. Anyway, Sabertooth came to us after several homes in our area were foreclosed on, and people moved and some left their pets behind. Dogs are easier to catch, but catching a cat that doesn’t want to be caught is pretty much like buying a lotto ticket. Your chances of accomplishing what you want is very slim. Sabertooth started coming around our yard, flirting. Apparently somehow he found out about my weakness for orange kitties. After a while I invited him in, he and Baxter had their sniff-around, and decided to leave each other alone. Sabertooth is de-clawed, so I knew he was used to being in the house, and he’s never acted unrefined, so he’s been free to come and go as he pleases.
A few weeks ago my lil’ heart and I traveled home to Texas for Spring Break, and my mother sent me home with an old chair that used to sit in my grandpa’s den. I grew up sitting in his lap while he smoked his pipe and watched the horse races in this chair. After he and my grandmother passed, the chair floated around our house until I claimed it for my room. After a while my mom claimed it back and had it recovered. It sat in the office for a while, and I’ve missed that chair. When my mom suggested I bring it home with me, I was overjoyed! For some reason, Sabertooth believes I brought it home for him. It sits between my window and a bookcase, and I write, read, daydream and blog in this chair. This afternoon I wouldn’t let him in my lap because when he gets on the keyboard he hits all kinds of keys, and totally messes me up. So, he jumped up on the bookcase to look down at me in disdain. This is Sabertooth – sitting atop a David Baldacci novel.