Calling
Let's kick things off with my favourite stray. I first noticed it crouching under a tree, meowing away incessantly. Curious, I went forward to take a look. It looked back at me and continued its meowings. So, I gave it a name, an apt one - Calling. As I did not bring my camera with me then, I went back to the same spot a week later to take a few shots at it.
The rain had just stopped that night and there he was, crouching by the footpath, observing the occasional jogger who ran past.
Calling is a friendly cat and walked around my legs the first time I encountered it. It seems almost instinctive for him to do that. Oh yeah, I thought he was a "she" until I took a closer look at the stuff between his hind legs.
A close-up picture. Note his ears are still pointed, i.e. he is not neutered yet.
Calling was chasing after my feet and I had jumped over a puddle of water to shake off his advances. To my surprise, he padded gingerly across the puddle and sat between my feet. Isn't that sweet?
Come to think of it, I have more of Calling's pictures than any other cats. Perhaps I should rename this blog, ya? Nah, he steals the show but the show anin't his.
The rain had just stopped that night and there he was, crouching by the footpath, observing the occasional jogger who ran past.
Calling is a friendly cat and walked around my legs the first time I encountered it. It seems almost instinctive for him to do that. Oh yeah, I thought he was a "she" until I took a closer look at the stuff between his hind legs.
A close-up picture. Note his ears are still pointed, i.e. he is not neutered yet.
Calling was chasing after my feet and I had jumped over a puddle of water to shake off his advances. To my surprise, he padded gingerly across the puddle and sat between my feet. Isn't that sweet?
Come to think of it, I have more of Calling's pictures than any other cats. Perhaps I should rename this blog, ya? Nah, he steals the show but the show anin't his.