black and white all through (a cat called joe)
self-willed whiskers
furry claws of death
pile of paws
fully retractable
the thumb claw
little more intriguing than a washing cat
the obligatory puzzling pause
sandpaper boy
come to the light
are you messing with me?
this he does not like
curious bond of cat and man
ever anticipating
pondering
hey there handsome
doing the cow-thing
don't even think about it
the rotating paw technique
playing like a one-year-old at age twelve
freshly tapped water only, got that?
tail tip joe
the evil eye
the infinitesimal eye
ever tend to those whiskers?
whoaahhh!
young's double slit
joe fell into the water one day. he spent about an hour washing and drying himself.
a wet cat has only one thing on his mind. intervention unwise.
half-witted carnivore
floating cat (guus)
joe trying to regain his footing after coming home from sedation by the vet
not succeeding all that well
he finds out that wide stepping keeps him upright
maybe he's having the trip of a lifetime
at least it looks funny (with a healthy dose of compassion, yes)
hazed-eye boy
a neck as strong as spaghetti
beats bambi
asleep finally
wide awake well no
mouse will suffer in .08 secs
once it catches something it can't get loose by itself (evolution sucks)
some cats never learn
pivo, queen of fluffiness
lazy joe
under his palm tree
not even close to escher
he claims he was born a cat
her place
peeping pivo
not a cat
drowning
the plague got the worst of him
four legs really
speckled jim
Felisia, friend of Swedish physicist, Sarek- and cat-lover Ulf Mjörnmark. Felisia is only three months old in this picture but clearly very much at home already with Ulf in their hometown Lund. Felisia was born in 1991; she died in february 2008. There are more pictures and loving mentionings of her in (mainly) the hiking/vandringar section of Ulf's homepage, http://www.mior.se. I like this picture a lot; it has the right degree of softness, Felisia's pose is great, overall composition is excellent (the hands tell so much) and above all she just looks so happy and at ease- look at the smile on her belly.
just a yawn
his territory
losing his winter jacket
a bit sad, perhaps
everything's laid out for her
crappy picture of a friendly oegstgeester cat (expensive i would guess)
poekie's grave, two years after (yashica t4, fuji neopan 400 in rodinal)
eating 'cat grass'
joey prefers some neck support
dreaming of birds and mice
like all cats he likes something underneath him
playing
after playing
with the analogue camera (contax g1, 45mm planar, agfa apx 100 in rodinal)
stretching his legs
wearing a sandal
hiding behind the curtains
he does not at all mind his blue ribbon
in between pillows
typical joey stare
on a bike bag
on the backpack
another sleeping pose
amidst a pile of rucksacks
legs crossed
drinking cat milk
outside but still a bit inside too
inside on a cooling surface
muddy paws
on the balcony
passed out in the window
washing
nice and warm under the (his) blanket
he likes this chair a lot, especially putting his claws into it (contax g1, 45mm planar, fuji acros in rodinal)
"it's my chair"
sleeping on his chair
on the backpack once more
hiding in the sleeping bag
on the sleeping bag
a peaceful sleep
trouble going to toilet (he has bad congestion of the bladder)
in the winter sun
his own quiet corner
on the sofa
playing under his blanket
on the lookout for birds
sarek is so yummy
the external hard disk suits him well (nice and warm)
in a box with neck support
sleeping neatly
muddy cheek
vertically in his chair
television-illuminated
relaxing
coming for the door
shadow of a furry ceature
a wet nose after drinking from the tap
"i didn't do nothing"
disturbing his majesty's sleep
not interested in playing with the silver ball
joey paws
something only he sees (canon 300v, 17mm, fuji neopan 400 in rodinal)
A nice cat with big ears, in Nieuwe-Wetering, October 2008 (Contax G1, 45mm, Agfa APX 100, Rodinal 1+100)
caught in the act
Sniffing the bike (Contax G1, 45mm, Adox CHS 50, Rodinal 1+100)
sleeping, with some hard-edged head support
staring that food out of the fridge
front feet anchored in the chair; that means to say “scratch my back and be fast with it”
encounter with dangerous tiger species, somewhere in the vast asian jungle
in the kitchen, playing ballerina
his majesty's pillow
cats close their eyes when they drink or eat; funny
In the harsh sunlight of June. (Contax G1, Agfa APX 100 in Rodinal.)
the banana box king, on his throne
the word 'glacier' comes to mind
the shell of a joey nail, stuck in the chair's back rest
joey likes messy paperwork
joey in his winter tent
the sharp end of one of his right tooth is missing
not at all interested
your shadow looks like a mouse's, did you know?
rolling around in the mid-winter sun
towards the balcony's scary edge
birds in the water
birds in the sky
happy cat
hmmm
safely in the middle
enjoying the 9.30am sun
bird right behind you
staring up at the guy with the smelly feet
in the yummy flower pot
narcissus
melancholy
without his shiny fifth nail, joey would be a comic book character
black, pink, black/pink
what better place to take a nap?
(...)
joey demonstrates to me how cats can also sit cross-legged
with the ancient yashica 35 gsn (on apx 100 in rodinal 1+100)
joey likes being under a blanket or in a sleeping bag; probably thinks nobody can see him.
a bit puzzled with the ice
joey the frozen kangaroo
joey the stranded whale
prrt prrt prrt
in the arms of sleep (that's a song actually)
the number of joey's sleeping places seems infinite
in the sunny spot
the laptop for a look-out post (contax g 21mm, fuji acros in fx-39)
eating cat grass on the scary balcony (contax g 21mm, fuji acros in fx-39)
overlooking the river and the rest of his kingdom (mamiya 7, 80mm, neopan 400 in id-11 1+3)
joey's pupils assume monstrous proportions in the heat of a fight
birds
“stop taking pictures and get me that food, alright?”
curled up on the chair, but his tail is nicer to just let dangle
joey was sold on ebay
hospital cat series, pt 1: running towards me for a pat on the back
hospital cat series, pt 2: hugging my one intact shoe
hospital cat series, pt 3: happily rolling around in the sand and grass
lazy on the last day of january
poekie's grave in june 2008, two years after his death
joey is a bit sad that the printer has stopped making cat sounds (yashica 35 gx, delta 100 in rodinal 1+50)
dirty boss makes dirty cat (shame on both)
mr. carnivore devouring a 'krentenbol'
box fascination (pt 1)
box fascination (pt 2)
indoor play (pt 1)
indoor play (pt 2)
indoor play (pt 3)
indoor play (pt 4)
indoor play (pt 5)
indoor play (pt 6)
indoor play (pt 7)
indoor play (pt 8)
bored with silly indoor play
his fresher cat grass is inside the house
hey joe
cats don't care about time
the melacholy look he always does well
the white stripe to the left is actually a tape measure (and a joey toy)
enjoying the rare sunlight of march
the new cat grass never had a chance
yawning in his favourite chair
and then a claw clean-up
cats' capacity to sleep anywhere anytime never ceases to amaze
fleece is one of his favourites
something's down there
a delicious duck, out of reach
keeping a sharp eye on the water
a cat called 'scharminkel' had a successful beg for food
joey knows to find the warmest spots
another warm place
first he played with the bubble plastic, then he used it for a mattress
the perfect threshold
go away i'm busy
joey has crawled into my t-shirt
asleep like a little fjällräven, sort of
rudely awoken by the click-clack and beep-beep of the camera
eyeing the culprit
back to sleep again after a yawn
our little whiskers king (with the brilliant zeiss sonnar 50mm f/1.5 @ 2.8, neopan 400 @ 250 in rodinal 1+50, 9 min)
cat dozing in the bright light of may
joey has smudged himself (on my bike probably)
his clean-up has dirtied a paw, and the cheek is hardly any cleaner because of it (i helped but it didn't do much)
on a rainy day
100% joey
joey the grinning acrobat
joey has competition and does not like it
goodbye sweet flowers
happy cat, may 2009
joey-cows, june 2009
under the curtains
testing out the ice cream
sort of yummy
lickerdelick
sleeping with the boss
Poekie (13 june 1989 - 11 july 2006). Poekie was the 2nd cat for me to grow up with, after Bassie (1975-1989). He was not smart, a bit too aggressive, but also always very glad to sit with me and to enjoy my petting him. Picture taken 6 days before he died; he looked happy and healthy till just before his death.
a very small poekie with big ears placed on top of him, august 1989
on the rug, one of his favourite places
in his baket next to the stove
martine's writing, not yet decided on “poekie” or “poeki”
in the lush garden, one year old, 1990
poekie having dinner, january 1991
poekie (1991)
poekie dozing in the garden (july 2002)
mildly alerted by something in the back of the yard
poekie washing in the october sun (2005)
Poekie died on a humid sticky day in the hottest month ever. He was found very ill in the morning and taken to a vet, who concluded that Poekie was too old and worn out to justify an attempt of recovery. Poekie was then allowed to die quickly and painlessly. After he died, he was taken home and put to rest in his place next to the stove where he has spent so much of his time dozing and sleeping. It seemed like he was not dead, only asleep, but his body felt cold, stiff and dead. A horrible feeI. cried a lot for the poor animal (and for myself).
I dug a hole in the back of the garden, 93 cm deep, and lowered him in. I was crying all the while digging the hole. I can hardly think of a better job than digging when you're in such a state; time did not exist when i dug that hole. At first I wanted to bury his food and water baskets with him, but finally decided they should be on the grave instead.
His improvised cross still stands though it has come apart a couple of times (reassembled just as often). This ferocious little cat was buried with more love than most people can wish for. I think of him often still.
This animal is one of the strongest feeling and most beautiful cats i have ever come across. It (he) was walking around in a backyard on the island of Schiermonnikoog. Besides looking very well it was nicely curious and relaxed. I took his DNA sample and am now in the works of reproducing one of him in my own home. He looks like he's not all too keen of his getting his picture taken, which is true, it took me some effort to get even this modestly blurred picture (btw, i am not restraining the cat by grabbing him in the neck, it is high-pressure petting that you see here).
april '09
silly picture
'pssst' gets his attention
smelly hand perhaps
in the shower
sleeping, some day in november
stretching
another fjällräven attempt
b&w cat likes colour
after play but his eyes have not yet finished
fatboy joe aka kapitein dikbil
from a film shot 13/6/'09 and developed 11/12/'09: Bowie the ruthless predator
predators love a good sleep in the shade
under the boss's chair
messing with joey's instincts...
...and paying the price
cold outside
on the darkest day of the year
kapitein snorhaar
on good old agfa apx100 (october '08)
joey loves neck support (arm, clothing, threshold etc)
a day in october (i)
a day in october (ii)
a day in october (iii)
a day in october (iv)
silent begging
under boss's shawl
who gives best the eye?
favourite chair (and he won't let go)
kopjes
quasi-cute
picture with 10 cats in it
1 cat-shaped money box. 2 dead cat. 3 joey in active mood. 4 guus. 5 cat in luleå. 6 joey on chair. 7 joey on balcony. 8 poekie. 9 lion. 10 joey on mug.
kiekeboe
joey has never seen people skating on the canal before & finds it fascinating
winter cat
playing around with the uber-ugly but immensely likeable old Rolleiflex
joey's little greenhouse
what happened to the water?!
skaters in sight
bravely he paints the world joey-white
the closet is a lot warmer because the neighbour loves heat- joey has recently found out
high-contrast-joey (june 2009)
on a fleece
staring outside at nightfall
1st day of spring but still in hibernation
he doesn't mind a dirty carpet
joey's grandfather was a turtle
guus is longing to get to his food
evil house owner opens the window only just a bit
but it's enough for lean & mean guus
finally he sat still for 0.3 seconds
what on earth?
joey does the numerics
joey loves the window with the curtains closed behind him
a warm day in march
he can seem so sweet
after having stepped on the just-painted threshold
why always on my sweaty-smelly jacket?
weird cat
what he does when you stick out your finger: put his paw gentle on it
irresistible neck massage
guarding the mouse
pampered on the balcony
rolling around on the balcony
alarmed by the click-clack
investigation on a tranquil morning
25 asa is too slow for fast-rolling bowie
attacking the white cloth
then given a spool to play with
"hm, weird thing"
wrhoaaaa
distracted
asleep
and almost falling off the desk
doing the balcony roll- I got a nice optical print out of this one
at least he didn't fall off
joey and his nemisis, max
max is not as handsome as joey
both are silly cats, yes
cat down the balcony who thought to impress the swans (oops)
next to the strawberries on a quiet spring evening
the little rat loves to obstruct
in the early morning the balcony is not yet hot (and the concrete makes it extra nice and cool)
no cats, tigers or other felines around
a new perspective
a nightly shootout (mad max and joey)
first cat in three weeks (strömsnäsbruk)
trying to escape (and succeeding well)
skurup cat at dusk
lund hostel cat (i)
hostel cat (ii)
hostel cat (iii)
there's a leaf on top of your ear, you silly (lund hostel cat, iv)
hot day in early summer
a little play
a little bite
beach cat
the pebbles don't hurt his belly?
taken with the 1970's olympus trip
another olympus trip picture
lazy morning in august
on a rainy day in a rainy august
can't even be bothered to open his eyes when boss calls
he looks ill but he's faking it
leiden, june 2009
marihuana-cat (who did *not* just pee against the precious plant)
a new kitten arrived in the neighbourhood
it's extremely on-the-move, always
before you know it
interested in basically anything
from a failed attempt at developing colour negs myself (i still like the picture)
joey has pulled off the shelf a box with supposedly cat-friendly herbs
and he feels really comfortable with it
maybe he's on a cat-high
or just his usual lazy self, of course
at ease again
bowie, enjoying the last sun of summer (31/9/2010)
his royal catness
zzz
playing with joejoe (i)
playing with joejoe (ii)
playing with joejoe (iii)
on a quiet saturday
a little play in late november (i)
a little play in late november (ii)
a little play in late november (iii)
a little play in late november (iv)
a little play in late november (v)
blowing onto his ear is mean
joey meets chicken
playing with hand (i)
playing with hand (ii)
playing with hand (iii)
playing with hand (iv)
on one of his beloved plastic bags
the heating underneath the window sill is on
just to prove that he is b&w throughout
joey the headbanger
being pampered in and by the winter sun
sun, finally
kriebel
nose massage
his whiskers have turned into icicles
solstice cat, integrated over 2 seconds
hibernating with joejoe
aaargh, not there, you lazy sunbather
with the soviet-union-era kiev 4a
joey being observed while observing the birds (with the kiev 4a and 53mm f/1.8 lens)
little green-eyed devil
sleepy beings
on a sunny 10/10/2010
cat in box (1995), cat on door (1989-2006)
eh, are you not forgetting something?
yahoo, a pen
pushing it back in
silly
the king's winter throne
big boy
joey has rediscovered the sun (march)
he loves the heat trap between window and curtain (the chicken-like thing on the right is a china chicken)
reading eyes wide shut
while the real reader has to make sacrifices
w/ a bit of love & care all cats will live to be a hundred
black holes, no eyes
poor animal is made to wear a necklace
in the mood for posing
at ease with the click-clack guy
another angle
interaction
washing & the usual pause
proudfoot
happycat
lazy summer cat
it's always tempting to grab that white thing (fuji sensia slide film)
skull massage
it's early still
joey doesn't know time, and well, neither does boss
uh, there's grass hanging from your mouth
in the box where he's not supposed to be
itchy neck
itchy everything
how to resist such a patented fleecy polartec berghaus glove?
nothing beats sleeeeeep
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