Day 100 - Nigh Nigh 100 Days Of Alfred

Well, it's the end of the road.
No more cat stalking.
So it feels apt that I don't stalk him for his last photo.
I woke up and found him in this position.
Since I had the camera by the bed I could easily take the photo.
And my goodness doesn't he look absolutely totally and utterly adorable.

Thanks for being the subject of my project Mr Alfred Mao.
You're a good cat.

Day 99 - Rub it in my face Mao

Alfred loves getting pats from his two legged daddy.
I think he enjoys it more when he knows I want affection from my two legged husband.
Cats are evil like that.

Day 98 - Poor Unsuspecting Mr Mao

At this moment Alfred is looking adoringly at his two legged Daddy.
Not knowing that in mere minutes we will deflea him.
He hates being defleaed.
He skidaddles out of here the moment we finish doing it.
And only returns when the need for love overwhelms him.

Poor Mr Mao.

Day 97 - Philosophical Mr Mao

I wonder what Alfred thinks all day.
Who am I?
What am I?
Who are they?
What are they?
Are our lives and souls entwined?
Or are well all but legged things passing in the light and sometimes night?
Was I always this furry or was I not furry in a life previous to this one?
I think I have a good life but perhaps I do not?  Perhaps my life could be better?
Do I really want to know?

Or maybe he just thinks ...
Hungry.
Tired.
Hungry.
Grumpy.
Hungry.
Need love.
No love.
Grumpy.
Hungry.

Day 96 - Assuming the Position Alfred

In summer Mr Alfred Mao moults like a mofo.
So The Husband likes to brush him daily to assist with the shedding.
After a while Alfred starts to believe that this dehairing is mandatory so when he sees us he adopts the position.
Which I promptly ignore.
He's cute.
But he's not that cute that I want to be his slave ... all the time.

Day 95 - Sleeping Soundly Mao

I woke up this morning to find Alfred asleep on the bed.
I did pilates.
Came back, he was still asleep.
I had a shower.
Came back.
Still asleep.
I cleaned the lounge.
Came back.
And he was still asleep.
At that point I thought 'shit, he's dead!'
Then he stretched, repositioned himself and continued to sleep.
My little sleeping beauty.

Day 94 - Merry Mao

The Christmas tree is in the spot where Alfred's chair usually sits.
What's a cat to do?
Sit on the window sill of course.
Not as comfortable, but it's a whole lot of fun making us humans pull the shade up and down as he desires.

Day 93 - Mao In Profile

I don't have a lot to say.

I just think Mao looks beautiful in this picture.

Such an elegant puddle gut of a cat.

Day 92 - My cat loves KFC

Tonight we thought we'd treat ourselves to a bit of KFC.
Alfred thought he'd treat himself to some of our KFC too.
Alfred thought wrong.

Day 91 - Mao On The Trot

I went to take my daily picture of Mr Alfred Mao.
He trotted away.
I trotted after him.
He trotted away some more.
I trotted after him some more.
Then I got sick of trotting after him and just jammed the camera in his face.
Hot to trot.

Day 90 - A Mao By Any Other Name

It's a sad fact that Alfred didn't know his name for years.
I think it's because he was called Tinky or Winky or something for the first four months of his life.
Then we adopted him and quickly gave him a name that befitted his haughty nature.
Now whenever he's being particularly mao-y we just call his name and he shuts up.
For a second.
Like the one below where he was maoing for food despite having some in his bowl.

One blissful second.

Day 89 - A Huntin' Mao Will Go

Something caught Mao's eye while he was getting his nightly brushing.

It took his eye so much that he ditched the brushing for some scouting.

Which lasted a good 20 minutes.

It was really cute too, he kept batting at nothing.

Does that mean he's going mental?

Ah well.

He can join the club.

Day 88 - Lazy Me Lazy Mao

Alfred Mao and I have spent the day mostly being lazy.
Mostly I'm on the couch.
Mostly he's on his seat.
Once he was on the couch with me and we both had a nap.
Inbetween those times we've been busy.
Me cleaning.
Him prowling.
Now we're both on our thrones again.
And it's from my throne that I took this picture of him on his throne.
Where it was his turn to clean.

Day 87 - One of the Girls Mao

Tonight some friends and I watched Bridesmaids.
Good movie.
Enjoyable.
Alfred watched it with us.
Actually Alfred watched us watching it.
A little unnerving.
He's not watching us here.  He's watching nothing.
Also unnerving.

Day 86 - Watchdog Cat

Who needs a dog to take care of you when you've got Alfred.
He sleeps whilst other cats cockily walk past the front door.
But the moment an imaginary animal comes along he races to the door and peers out with all the intensity of a young boy looking at his first porn magazine.
Maybe he's a sensitive and is looking at the ghosts of cats.
Or maybe not.
Maybe he's just trying to trick us into thinking he's worth keeping around because he's alert to the smallest danger, rather than the medium sized dangers.
Yeah.
That's gotta be it.
Good Mao.

Day 85 - All Innocence Alfred

I love this picture of Alfred.
You wouldn't think he'd ever done a bad thing in his life.
Never attacked birds.
Never taken a swipe at his human-cat-mother.
Never spent too much time licking his bits.
I wonder if cats can go blind from doing that?

Day 84 - Back to the Past Mao

Hmmm.
I seem to have left the machine that makes the Mao appear on the screen at work.
So today I shall put an old photo of Alfred up ...

Right, let's have a poke round ...

No.
No.
Maybe.
Hmmmm,
Ah yes ... I like this one.  Model Mao.

Day 83 - Mao the Menace

I had to really stalk Alfred for this photo.
He kept moving.
On the deck.
Off the deck.
By the door.
Away from the door.
He'd look at me.
Then turn around.
Finally I snapped a picture.
Then the little bugger took a swipe at me as I walked away.
He sure showed me.

Day 82 - Alfred in Denial

I like to sleep with my pillow over my head so the monsters don't see me.
Yes I'm a grown woman but I've carried this childhood belief over into adulthood and I'm sticking with it.
Clearly Alfred has a similar theory.
If he squeezes his eyes shut the annoying woman with the slim rectangular box will stop paying attention to him.
Clearly Alfred is wrong.
I'm not though.
Pillows over the head really do act as an invisibility cloak to the beasts that lurk in the night.

Day 81 - He talks to Catty Angels Mao

I like this photo.
It look like Alfred is having a conversation with a catty ghost.
He isn't.
He's just in mid yawn.
Sorry to burst your supernatural bubble.