Body Language

Opie Taylor is an indoor cat. He relies on what I bring to him from the outside to add sugar and spice to his life or what he can see out the windows; his slice of life, his view of the world. I've captured pictures of Opie looking out windows since he was a kitten. I can read his mood by his body language, and in turn, know just what he needs.

Opie's first day at the new pad.

You can tell Opie is not so sure of his new world by his body language.
Hind legs ready to bolt, feeling uncertain and insecure.

Better....

Much better.

I wonder what my body language would have said if someone had shot pics of me my first few days here at the new house. I'm sure my face and body would have shown as much as his did---maybe more. I found myself feeling vulnerable being on the ground, and not up high like I had been in the tree house. So many windows, and worrying about so many doors to lock instead of just one at the tree house. New smells, new noises, unfamiliar rooms, hidden light switches, going to sleep looking at a new ceiling, and waking up not knowing where I was....

Both Opie and I are learning to relax here. Our haunches are not in the flight mode. We may still jump at a new sound or something suddenly creaking in the walls. But we're waking up together, purring at the simple joy of being together, and finally, we're finding serenity looking out new port holes to a brand new world.

View out the front door

View out one of the kitchen windows