Claude at Blogging in Paris had great snap of Mounir, her exotic cat, clearly more than a match for my tabby, Lulu. Now 12 years old, she debuts here in her portfolio photo. This marked her famous appearance on Cityworm, my website, highlighting instructions on how to Knit One Red Worm. The worm one she's wearing was knit with multicolored hemp yarn from Poland. I've used it for some Condom Amulets (viewable in the SAFE SEX category to the right).
This, however, is a posed photo. You see her at her most dignifed and tolerant of people who insist on taking perfectly arranged pictures. Other Elderbloggers, like Claude and Ronni Bennett have camera in hand at just the right performing moment (scroll down to the bottom of page to see Ronni's cat, Ollie, caught midair).
As I searched for photos of Lulu at her more natural self, a very intense storm. Aha! This might be a photo-opp. And so it was. This is my darling cat in her classic pose, enacted every time there is thunder and lightning. In her younger years, one of those under-bed drawers, would be a confortable hiding place that lasted long past the rain.
Sensitive as she is, Lulu made remarkable transitions in her earlier life. As we moved from Baltimore to New York, she had a one-year hiatus in Boston with our son and another cat. There she was the #2 cat. Re-settled in New York with us, she was still the second cat to our elderly Hazel. That period marked much time of her invisibility. The surprise was how she found her voice once Hazel died. At first, we thought she was in some kind of pain, took her to the vet. No, Lulu was now the top--and only resident animal. Every now and then a little Meow would emerge from our previously silent Lulu. Always a little voice when it thunders.