Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens

~Maria, Sound of Music

You knew this was coming, right? Crazy cat lady that I am. But truly, how can you not love whiskers on kittens? Definitely one of my favorite things!

Winnie’s whiskers are one of the first things people mention when they see her. They are indeed long and luxurious, almost wavy, which is ironic because when we first adopted her she had noticeably fewer whiskers and many of the whiskers she did have were shorter than normal with blunt ends, almost as though they’d been cut. Thankfully, Winslow’s whiskers are now her pride and joy.

Winnie’s whiskers

Wally (Wallingford) has fine whiskers that curve in an arc. He has a fair number of them but they are fine and super soft like the rest of him. He is the sweetest big lug of a cat.

Wally’s whiskers

Miss Maggie (Magnolia) had the most amazing eyes, round and clear, at times blue or green. They were the first thing that people would comment on (second to her sweet disposition). Her whiskers were numerous and quite bold. The staccato to her otherwise gentle personality.

Maggie’s whiskers

Mr. Madison (Maddy) was the “Pig-Pen” of cats. He always had a layer of fluff and dander floating a few millimeters off his fur. If you look closely at his whiskers you can see a piece of fluff, on the left, hanging on for dear life. He was my first cat, super smart, quirky and a great companion. I love this photo Joel took of him “meditating” on our old porch railing.

Madison’s whiskers

I sure love my cats. They’ve seen me through a lot. It’s hard for me to imagine life without a cat or two.

It’s all about the journey,

Beth