I now refer to him as my muse because I have taken so many photographs since we adopted him just before Christmas. He’s grown up a lot since then. Not upwards and we think he will now remain a small cat, but he is certainly a lot heavier. It’s hard to recognise him as the badly abused scrap rescued from the streets of Romania nearly a year ago. If he ever thinks back to those days, he shows no sign of it. He is very loving, happy and full of energy. A bit too much sometimes, but that’s young animals for you. The carpets weren’t exactly new, the curtains weren’t perfect and the towels had seen better days. I do wish he would leave some other things alone though. He thinks nothing of rummaging in my handbag and walking off with my lipstick. If that were all, then it wouldn’t be so bad, but he stashes his toys in various places around the house. Under the furniture and fridge, sometimes posted under the utility room door and occasionally hidden in shoes or slippers. I’m still missing a lip salve and a couple of pens. We do have to be careful, as he adores keys of any description. When we come in from the field after seeing to the animals outside, he grabs whatever he can before running off around the house. His nickname is Klepto Kitty.
He’s still at his cutest when sleeping though and I am toying with the idea of publishing a little book of dreams. The featured image here is called Dreams of Dishes and this was exactly how I found him one Sunday afternoon a couple of weeks ago. It wasn’t the first time we spotted him fast asleep in the plastic drainer on the kitchen sink, but I hadn’t realised it would make such a good photograph. The drainer wasn’t empty and as well as the glass measuring jug in the centre, he also has a dessert spoon resting by one back paw. It’s tempting to think we drug him before placing him in a cute position in a bizarre location, but I promise we don’t!
This next image is called Dreams of Dusting and was taken on New Year’s Day. Having rested over the Christmas break, we were getting stuck into the housework and I placed the furniture polish and duster in the dining room before lunch. We had a mince-pie and coffee in the kitchen before resuming and as I made my way back into the dining room, this is what I saw. Nothing was moved and this is exactly how he had settled down to sleep. Needless to say, we gave the housework a break for the rest of the day.
The last one was taken on Easter Sunday and once again we had stopped for lunch. My husband managed to burn the hot cross buns and the smoke drifted next door doing something wonderful with the light. Bubu was just waking up, but I managed to grab this shot before it was too late. Dreaming of Sunbeams…