Category Archives: Vazra Photos

In your eyes

Reflected on rain-soaked glass dance the memories of what is but is not.  Only the moments forever relegated to history can be seen there.  Yet how often I feast upon images of contentment, of love.

Even as the predator takes at will, I lose myself in his eyes.  How can I be so enslaved?

A close-up of Vazra's face (168_6882)

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I swear I passed out when I saw it

Kako is her own lady.  That’s the politically correct way of saying she’s a bitch.  None of the other cats save Grendel are worth her time… except when she wants to play with Kazon, her brother.  Aside from those moments, she screams like a banshee when any of them come near, and she brutalizes them—a surprising fact given she’s the smallest cat in the house.

And beware the trauma of rescuing Vazra.  I might as well have brought a large cat-eating dog into her life.  She’s treated him like a punching bag, a claw sharpening utensil, a personal trampoline, and a scapegoat for anything that might possibly go wrong.

Then imagine my surprise when I walked into the bedroom and found this scene.

Vazra and Kako sleeping on the bed (181_8106)

I had to poke both of them to make sure they were still alive.  I mean, her sleeping that close to him…

It’s like the book of Revelations come true right on my own bed.  The end times can’t be far behind.

Cats are nice

“I meant,” said Ipslore bitterly, “what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?”
Death thought about it.
“Cats,” he said eventually. “Cats are nice.”

— Terry Pratchett

Vazra lying on the bedroom floor with sunlight flowing in from behind him

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