Having no other ideas for a post this month, I am bringing you a post of cat pictures. After all, this is the internet. As you read this, know that you are being watched.

There is a good story behind how we got Napoleon and his sister Dahlia in our house. We had two cats, Sam and Mandy. Sam was an outdoor cat and the king of the area around our yard. Sadly, he got mouth cancer and had to be put down. With him gone, suddenly there were all kinds of feral cats hanging around. They had probably gotten used to stealing some of Sam’s food.

There was one small, black cat that we noticed. She was very shy, but my older daughter earned her trust. Our younger daughter named her Papaya. One day when we were sitting outside and this now friendly cat was sitting hear us, my wife said, “Oh, my, that cat is pregnant.” Sure enough, a while later on March 12, 2012, Papaya gave birth to five kittens in a box on our back deck. From there we got them to the garage an finally inside the house.

But now we had seven cats. Mandy, Papaya, and the five kittens, Bertie, Rosie, Fermi, Dahlia, and Napoleon. Seven cats is too many cats. A cat lady took Papaya. Bertie and Rosie went to family and we had four cats. Mandy died a couple of years later and Fermi has gone to live with my older daughter, leaving us with the two cats.

And that is how we got Napoleon.

I refer to windows as Cat TV. They don’t particularly like watching our TV, but the out of doors is endlessly fascinating.

Actively watching or just snoozing.

Here I am caught in the act of taking a picture.

Sometimes the room is too bright or the world must just be shut away.

Most of the time the sunbeam is where a cat wants to be.

Like the lion in Africa, Napoleon likes to stretch out. He is a long cat.