Their emotions remain undeniable.  Call it anthropomorphism if you wish, but I’ll likewise call you a fool and a liar.  They have the same emotions we have.  In fact, I’d bet they’re more in touch with their feelings than any human in the history of our planet.

So it is with Kazon, the baby of the house, the pathetic yet adorable child who needs his daddy, a feline unable to exist without my companionship and presence.  I fear for his life should something happen to me.

And it’s in his eyes that that truth becomes adamant in its clarity.  There is such trust, such adoration, such love.

I doubt I’ve ever known anything so real.

Despite his heavy breathing and fogging up the glass, I really like this photo of Kazon taking a sip from my glass of cold water.  They all do this, you know.  Hence the plethora of nose prints on the inside of the glass.  We share everything around here…

I wish this photo had been better quality to begin with.  Sadly, it was taken on a low setting, so the original isn’t much bigger than what you see here.

Nevertheless, it’s worth a look because it shows more clearly the rather unusual look on Kazon‘s face.

He had been playing in the kitchen with the toy resting at his feet.  A couple of the other cats heard the ruckus and came to investigate.

I think Kazon took it as a challenge.  He sat there all protective and puffed up, and that’s when this sour, angry, don’t-mess-with-my-toy grimace popped up on his face.  He stared down the invaders and protected his prize.

I can’t help it.  I thought these photos of Kazon were good enough to share despite their shortcomings.

You know me.  I had the camera on the wrong settings.  Would you expect anything less?

So I was in the kitchen with Kazon.  He was so happy that I thought he’d explode with the force of it.  No matter which way I turned or what I did, he remained hot on my heels, his tail whipping up a cyclone of kitty content while he yapped and yapped about it all.

And I soaked it up like a sponge.

But later as I sifted through the limited number of photos, I realized—as I often do—that I had once again left the camera on incorrect settings.  The images of Kazon offering his affectionate banter and loving body language had all turned out rather poorly.

Yet I still couldn’t deny how damned cute he looked.  Don’t you agree?

With but a handful of pictures to choose from, I really couldn’t find any that offered quality stills of the moment.

Then I came across this one.

Having captured his enthusiastic tail movement seemed to make it all better.

How I smiled looking at that photo.  It tells of secrets only we share.  It demonstrates the sincere happiness all of The Kids feel.  It’s a portrait of a blissful home, one where ape and feline share in love and devotion so unspeakably real and deep that it can’t be quantified, qualified, or conveyed.

And then I laughed so uproariously that I feared I might wet my britches!

Poor Kazon had lost his tail.  And I’d captured it in a low-quality image.

I feel for the lad, you know.  A cat’s tail is a critical component of who they are.  And I took it away from him by not paying attention to the options under which I was shooting photographs.

Oops.

Sometimes I wonder how cats can be comfortable in the twisted postures they often exhibit.  This is never more true than when sleeping.

And Kazon is no different.

I found him napping in the cat castle.  There is a horizontal tube at the top of it.  It’s open at both ends with a large hole in the top and a smaller one in the bottom at one end.  He had taken a position at the opposite end where the tunnel is covered by a sleeping platform above it.

I happened to notice him and decided I’d snap a photo, but that’s when I realized he was literally bent in half.  Just look at him.

His back feet are resting on top of his head!

Don’t try this at home, poppets.

I know their skeletal structure is extremely flexible.  That’s one thing that makes them superb predators.  But it also enables them to be comfortable in some of the most bizarre, distorted, misshapen positions ever imagined—and a whole lot more never before imagined.

Keep in mind the inside of the tunnel has a diameter of ten inches (25 centimeters).  I’ll never understand how he bent his entire frame in half, found a cozy spot, and fell asleep…