Black and White and Pink :: Two Hundred Eighty Eight

We agree, Cairo is black, and white, and pink. But what color are his eyes? Geoff decided that the Boop's eyes are amber. I've been saying kitty has eyes the color of honey mustard. Ah!, but in these pictures I detect a hint of pale, luminous green around his pupils.

{A comma following an exclamation mark? I know. It's not proper, but I can't remove it. I rather fancy the tone it imbues and I feel grammatically wanton.}

Do you know who else is shameless and disreputable? This furry fellow with amber-honeyed green eyes! He absconds with my yarn, and builds elaborate webs across our entry. Someday, he'll catch something in his haphazard net, but for now, he's only catching recriminations.

He has no idea he is a wanton and willful beast. He is only his own self, a Boop. He carries plush mousy toys in his mouth, follows birds from the screened porch, kneads and nuzzles necks, greets guests with sleepy eyes and a meow that sounds like a pip or a chirp. He tumbles over Chango, and crashes into Foo. He tries to fit into squeezy spaces, and misses his landing, but he looks awfully adorable making the attempt. He sleeps on his back, which is the most adorable of all things, because it shows there is still trust, faith, and confidence in the world. No cynicism or jaded impressions have taken root in his heart. So, languid and secure, he stretches out, the softest bits exposed and at ease. He purrs, his breath rises and falls, hypnotically. He is black, and white, and pink, and every shade of beloved.


With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.