#catspaws seem to be happening today--maybe because it is #Caturday--and we all love soft little #paws. #cats #catlove

On the left: majestic flouffe of a long-haired gray cat in the early stages of leaning in for morning snuggletimes. His front left paw is resting on a fuzzy ... whatever it is (Narrator: it is the photographer's chest, or what passes for one).

View of Mr. Otto (gray puffball, allegedly a cat) with head thrown back as he receives cheek and chin scratches. In this view, you can see two of his oversized paws and the tip of his feather-duster tail.

Here, we lean in closer to examine Mr. Otto's paws. They are folded (limp wrists: he takes after me). His head is still thrown back for chin scratches, of which he demands at least 20 - 30 minutes' worth every morning. Usually more.

Close up view of PAWS. These paws belong to Mr. Otto, who is a very fluffy gray cat. The view is close enough that the overall effect is almost abstract: gray fuzz on the right, and red ... ugh on the left. The red ugh is my chest hair: there was a button incident that I was not able to resolve before Mr. Otto arrived for pets, so open the button had to remain.

Today in #Ottotimes, we are once again exploring the theme of Mr. Otto's murder mittens.

#CatsOfBluesky #Cats #CatsPaws #FeetPhotos

Today I am grateful for cats paws. Here’s a spectacularly wonderful one. I’m particularly fond of the soft and squishy toebeans of marshmallow loveliness that lie underneath. Best part is the duality, velvety cuteness overload one minute. Weapons of mass destruction the next. #catspaws #iamgrateful