Tag: maine coon

  • Little Lion

    Little Lion

    Black and white Maine Coon portrait photo.
    Little Lion — 100mm | f/3.5 | ISO 100 | EXP 1/640

    As it is with most felines, my cat loves to bask in the warm sun. She waits patient at my sliding backdoor for my daily opening of the shades. This morning the sky broke clear and blue, and the sun’s power was further fueled by a fresh snowpack. The light was strong.

    Aware of the opportunity I grabbed my camera, affixed my 100mm lens and not so smoothly laid belly down on the floor aside my cat. For whatever reason my cat Daisy is not overfond of a camera pointed in her face. (But hey, neither am I.) At most I’ll have 20 seconds before she makes her escape, put out by my camera’s presence.

    During our brief stay I managed to make off with two photographs. Each playing up her majestic main and deep, probing stare. She is as a lion set firm in the fullness of life, content in her wisdom and station. As for me, I am lucky for her countenance and company.

  • Roommates

    Roommates

    Black and white photo of a Maine Coon cat.
    Roommates — 35mm | f/1.4 | ISO 800 | EXP 1/125

    I present my new partner in crime. Daisy “Chain” Cat. She’s a Maine Coon cat loaded down with fluff and stuff enveloping a pronounced air of dignity. When she’s not traipsing to and fro from food bowl to litter box she’s setting up shop on a comfy bit of furniture near you.

    Daisy is my first pet. The first I can call my own. I grew up with cats and dogs—dogs mostly—but I never had one under my own care. Since my grandmother moved out of my house I have been living along full time since the summer of 2011. Guys, let me tell you, the years of talking to myself has grown stale.

    Enter Daisy, my co-conspirator in indolence and shag floor lounging. She likes to hang and laughs at my poor jokes—OK, she doesn’t laugh so much as offer disgusted blank stares. This black and white photo doesn’t serve justice to her robust mane of hair. And it’s not reserved to her mane, she’s loaded with hair—everywhere.

    Daisy comes to me as a middle-aged dowager feline. Rounding out her back nine I have welcomed her into my home. I will do my best to offer a relaxing, if not glorious retirement. She gets the peace and quiet—dumb jokes aside—she has long sought, and I get a buddy to disrupt my decade of solitude. As an added bonus I now have a ready-made photo subject. Though she has yet proved disposed to the task.

  • Check out all his majesty

    A cross processed photograph of a mature male Maine Coon with a beautiful grey coat and white markings under his chin.
    Check out all his majesty — 40mm | f/2.8 | ISO 400 | EXP 1/60
    • Name: Oliver
    • Known Aliases: Ollie, O-town, Oliver Twist, Laurence Olivier, [redacted]
    • Occupation: Cat Dog
    • Modus Operandi: Lures victims with underbelly. It’s a trap. Every time.
    • Known Affiliations: #catsofinstagram, #caturday, and Real Fine Felines of Baltimore County™
    • Mission: Escape