A few weeks ago when Loki made a Daddy pallet, I offered some of the photos I took then as he lay atop me, both of us basking in the warm afternoon sun.  Now I want to share some of the other photos I took of him that day.  Like the other felines living here, he’s an extremely photogenic cat.  I was happy to discover these examples in the menagerie of scenes I captured that day.

The first three are of his unsettled “should I stay or should I go” moment when he first climbed on top of me.  With birds flitting about on the patio and with Daddy pinned down as a captive audience for play, he struggled with whether he should get comfortable or leap into action.

Do take special note of his one white eyebrow in that last photo.  He always has to be a showoff.

After playing a bit without climbing down off my chest, he fell asleep.  Only when his eyes are closed and his mind is at rest does he become truly peaceful; the rest of the time he’s a wicked soul.

I let him sleep for half an hour before I decided it was time to get up and work on chores.  Disrupting his nap didn’t make me popular.  In fact, I got the demanding stare once I moved into a seated position.  That look made it quite clear I had erred terribly and would suffer greatly for my insolence.

After all, if I’m going to dance with the devil, I have to accept the repercussions.

Omniscience and omnipotence notwithstanding, even the equally beautiful and evil god of mischief needs to repose, so Loki settles in on the armrest of the couch where he has a good view of his domain.

Loki enjoys sunshine like any good cat, but it doesn’t hurt when the tree outside is filled with birds.  Ah, to dream the impossible dream…

Still, as the Irish legend goes: “A cat’s eyes are windows enabling us to see into another world.”  What I wouldn’t give to see what they see, even if only for a moment… to glimpse that other world.