Showing posts with label Cats Cats Cats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cats Cats Cats. Show all posts

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Sleeping through the Storm



As if heavy rain does not interfere her peace, or rather, tough weather out there makes her even sleepier, Horang showed off her ability of sleeping literally all day, not caring a bit of tornado that hit New York on Saturday. What a blessed little soul.


With her sleeping habit not forgotten yet from hot, sticky summer days,
Horang slept with her two front feet firmly pressing against the cold wall.





Saturday, June 4, 2011

Cats on the Street

In my neighborhood, there are lots of stray cats. All kinds, various colors, diverse characters. I walk two long blocks with all the houses lined up along the way, and I meet and see many cats along the way. Some of them getting some sun at the porch, some of them sniffing around like doggies, some of them chasing birds, and some of them running from here to there.

My cat, in the meantime, is nibbling on the leaves of my plants at home and enjoying her salad...

Friday, December 24, 2010

Sleepy Christmas Eve

Horang sleeps...


But she is still sleepy...


So she sleeps some more... (a lot more in truth...)


When she wakes up, she gotta scratch her face with some edges of something.


She doesn't know this winter a lot of people would see her sleeping.

Merry Christmas! :)

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Baby went to the vet.


She made a trip to the outside world for the first time since she came to live with me! She has been to the hallway though several times where she explored around all excited. She was soooooo scared of the subway trip, I felt so bad for her.

She's all good now, and I'm good, too! :-D

Sunday, November 22, 2009

My dear companion,



When you cuddle right next to my face, sleeping, warming me up, I just can't stop appreciating that you are with me. When I hear you meow from upstairs, upon entering the door of my apartment building, I hardly can wait till I run upstairs and open the door to see you standing right there looking at me. (Though I need to check the mail box before I go up.) When you just want to sit on my lap hanging onto it firmly with your paws, I don't mind your nails hurt my knee. (Ouch.)
I love you so much, Horang, so stop fighting with Noah, okay?