One Well-Fed Country Cat.
This cat may be feral or just may prefer these digs. I've never seen a feral cat as well-fed as this one appears to be, so who knows. One thing's for sure. She was curious about me, but lit a shuck when I got what she considered to be too close.
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Pine Buff, Arkansas
I had explored this road before, but Something said “turn right now” as we came astride it in November of 2011. Having previously enjoyed visual largess from “Something," I paid attention, pulled the blinker lever down, and made the turn.
On my previous forays onto this road, I visited during full foliage and later in the day. This time, aside from a difference in light and season, I found a big ol’ cat, who posed long enough for some decent shots. You have to understand, Dempsey men like cats. My father liked cats. I like cats. My sons like (and liked) cats. My grandson likes cats. My brothers like cats. My nephew likes cats. That said, this large and impressive furball was a welcome target. We found some other interesting images on the trip, but none as intriguing at the fat feline.
Shelter for a Fine Fat Cat
County Road 22 leaves Arkansas Highway 9 south of Mountain View right before the highway crosses Turkey Creek. It is an inviting road. A mile or so down the road you see this old building. From the way it is built, it could have been a store. I'm just not sure. Today it provides shelter for a really fine looking fat cat. I am sure of that. It's a cathouse.
Originally published on Sunday, December 4, 2011
Some things deserve a second look. Stone County Road 22, snaking alongside Turkey Creek off Arkansas Highway 9 south of Mountain View, is one of those. My most recent visit a week ago was on a late-fall morning when most of the leaves had fallen from the trees. My previous visits have been in warm weather in afternoon light with a forest full of green leaves. I'm glad I took a second look.
Otherwise, I would not have spied a big ol' kitty who takes residence under the house — and maybe in it, too, for all I know. The old house has some interesting windows, which I have shot before, but not with light like Mother Nature provided on this visit. I was concentrating on the windows when my new, improved, peripheral vision eyes caught some movement: the cat. And what a cat she is.
The Cat's Larder?
Across the road from the cathouse is this barn, which may be the rodent-rich smorgasbord responsible for her girth.
I say she because she shows some evidence of Calico mixed in with her Siamese, tabby, and rag-doll mixed-bag genetic code. All Calico cats are girls. She came out and took a seat to watch what I was doing, but never left the security of her weed patch. I was shooting from the truck and after I stepped out to get a better angle, she scurried under the house. I repaired back to the truck, drove a bit, turned it around, and returned to the scene. Lo and behold she had returned to her observation post. I fired away and made another move to see if I could get closer. I could, but not much, before she turned tail for a sprint under the house.
Sometimes giving things a second look is a good thing. In words of the immortal Fats Waller, "One never know do one?"
Nikon D300 all. Cathouse: Nikon AF-S VR Nikkor 18-200 G ED, 1/640@f5, tripod mount. Cat, same Kodak, lens, and ISO, hand-held, firstname.lastname@example.org; Barn, Same Kodak, same lens, same ISO, tripod mount, email@example.com
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and this fine country environment, including the rugged road to the cat, a couple of barns, an equal number of cows and more at Weekly Grist for the Eyes and Mind.