Thank you to Cee Neuner for turning me onto this challenge that is hosted by Clare’s Cosmos.
There’s a lot to this photograph. Both of these cats have passed over to the great beyond. JD, the black and white, was an amazing cat who lived to be sixteen years of age. I named him after my first roommate in college, with whom I am still friends. The other cat was Natasha, and this is a very rare photograph of her because when she was less than a year old, she lost one of her front legs in a freak accident. This was just one of those magical moments when I had my camera deployed and I was able to catch them mixing it up.
The reason I adopted Natasha was because JD’s mother, Princess Ula had passed away. He’d had his mommy all his life, so naturally he fell into a deep depression, so much so that I thought he was going to follow Princess Ula swiftly to the grave. A friend suggested that I get him a kitten. So Natasha was really a magical kitty. She saved JD’s life. He lived on for many years.
This photo was taken with a disposable camera. I scanned it into my computer a few years ago. I’m not really sure where the original is at this point. I’ve never edited it, never even cropped it. I could go on for days about these two kitties, but I’ll save it for another time. God bless you, Natasha and JD!
It was noon on a cloudless day and the men had been marching all day. Lucky to be on a mount, GarGar, le comte des Deux Chat was still parched. Reaching out to his aide-de-camp who was riding beside him, he said, “Wine, if you please, François.” “Yes, my lord,” replied François, handing le comte a bursting wineskin. Popping the cork with his teeth, GarGar drank deeply until the red liquid ran down his chin.
“Perhaps we should stop to water the horses-” GarGar paused. “And the men.”
“Halt!” Shouted François, while GarGar raised his arm to indicate that the order was coming directly from him, rather than the speaker. A trumpet sounded the command as well. A collective sigh of relief could be heard up and down the line. “At least it ain’t rainin'” GarGar heard one of his foot soldiers say. “Indeed!” Replied GarGar. “Here, my good man, have some wine.” He handed the wineskin to the soldier’s eager, trembling hands. “Pass that along to your comrades, if you would be so kind.”