I just had to share this photo of Vazra.  I happened to capture him at just the right moment when sunlight coming through the window created a luminescent mask.

And a crop of the image for more detail:

It looks like one of those dust/allergy masks you can buy in the store, except in this case it’s made of light.

The moment he turned his head, though, the effect was lost.

Vazra and I sat on the floor in the bedroom where we could stare out the patio doors and watch the fading warmth of the sun fall below the horizon.  A cat’s patience can teach us humans a thing or two about not hurrying.

I love that Vazra constantly looks like a grump.  It’s those Persian features.

Oh, and on that note.  I’ve come to the conclusion that he’s either a softer version of his breed or is of mxed genetic heritage.  His face lacks the severe compression evident in most Persian cats.  Maybe he’s not of full-blooded ancestry.  Maybe he’s just graced with a visage not quite as smashed in as others.  But anyway…

Because of his facial features, Vazra always seems to be scowling, what with the complaining mouth and furrowed brow and all the rest.  But he’s a terribly sweet cat.  He loves attention.  He purrs with ease.  He constantly wants to be close and snuggly.

Nevertheless, it’s hard to look at him without thinking he’s an irritable, grouchy, cantankerous feline.  And I like that about him.

So here’s a photographic study of the many faces of Vazra.  As the title infers, I think you’ll notice there’s a consistent theme…

I know how Vazra would answer that question.  He’ll take a window seat anytime.

Vazra has no shame and isn’t so proud that he won’t get comfortable in whatever position suits him best.  But that’s okay by me.  We’re not too hung up on formalities around here anyway.