Serendipity. In our ongoing project to capture the decisive moment when Tiny sits up on her haunches and catches a "ball" — in this case a twig — in her two paws, pattycake style, we've stumbled upon some magical moments......

"A little more to the right, please. Tuck knows what a pussycat likes," we captioned this pic of our two favorite boys back in September of 2007. Not easy getting used to living without that big fluffy ball of love,......

There is a universal feline nature that, like human nature, "has its nasty, competitive element (ask any member of the local small-mammal-and-bird community) side by side with the sublime (ask Sissy and Tuck). Above Tiny contemplates her ball collection in......

"What the hammer? what the chain, In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp?" asked William Blake rhetorically in our all-time fave poem, "The Tyger," cited in our October 2005 post "What immortal hand or eye?" featuri...

The Christmas cards are in production. Description on the back is about Tuck's "America" model pictured on the front, but what to say inside? Some say "Merry Christmas" is de rigueur. Others, like ourselves, might prefer a more understated reference to the birth of Christ as in o...

Okay. This ain't easy for us. Ann Althouse dismisses the snuffing of a turkey in the background of a Palin interview (above) with "Deal with it, you candy-asses. If you eat meat, something like that is going on in the......

Finely tuned in to her surroundings, Tiny triangulates outside in the yard this morning. Note right ear curved back towards the house, keeping track of any comings or goings of interest, left ear cocked towards the camerawoman's "watch-the-birdie" cat whisperings, and muzzle facing south f...

"How do I look … snappy?" The Father of All Chelsea Salt Piles, patriarch and founder (?) of Eastern Salt Leo Mahoney as a Master of the Universe back in the day, photographed against the backdrop of an immense salt pile as attribute illuminating the character of the portrait "sitte...

Outside in the yard poking around the plants for photo ops yesterday, we stumbled upon early indications of a burgeoning bumper crop of what cooks call vegetables but botanists call true berries, garden variety tomatoes (Solanum lycopersicum* ), AKA love apples. We'd picked up a couple of impressive...

They're not the tiny samaras of early spring we knew. Mature but still clinging earlier this week to the spent female flowers of our Silver Maple — whose courtship we documented in "Not just another pretty face" and "He may not be pretty, but he has a sense of humor" early Marc...