My Queen.

I've been so focused on the new kitten and taking pictures of her and cuddling her and playing with her and telling anyone who will listen about what an utterly FANTASTIC little kitten she is, that I feel I've been neglecting Chuck a bit. Not actually neglecting her - she still gets plenty of love and attention, but she's not in as many pictures or talked about as often as she was. Granted, she's never been an easy cat to photograph. Partially because of her coloring and also because she runs right up to you if you sit on the floor or lean down, the angles from which I usually try to snap her from. She's all like, "Oh! You've come down here to visit me!" RUB RUB RUB PURRRRRRR. So yes.

Drug Party.

I look back at pictures like this one, taken in August of 2010 (when we'd only had her for about a month) and it's hard to believe she's the same cat. She's filled out, both in weight and in fluffy hair, and she's a lot more mellow. Less starved for love and more content to laze around in chairs, grooming herself fastidiously, and basking in the sun. I luff her.