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For this Seattle cat, photography is his medium, a gift from his "parents" -- filmmakers Michael and Deirdre Cross, who gave him a very small and light digital camera that hung from his collar one day a week for a year.

It was programmed to take a picture every two minutes.They wanted the answer to a question many pet lovers have asked themselves: What does he do all day?

He came back with thousands of answers -- 16 of which are framed and on display at the Urban Light Studios in the Greenwood Collective.

A moment of zen:

Somebody lost a cat. I don't know how they lost it -- this particular cat weighs 44 pounds. That makes it two pounds shy of a world record for cat fatness.

 

The cat was found outside, without a collar, in Voorhees.
Officials at the Camden County Animal Shelter are calling her "Princess Chunk."
Shelter volunteer Deborah Wright tells The Courier-Post of Cherry Hill "Chunk" is built like a quarterback.
The largest tabby on record weighed 46 pounds, 15 ounces. That cat, who lived in Australia, died in the 1980s.

Congratulations to South Bay pet owners for surviving another Fourth of July.

Things were fairly quiet in my neighborhood, but I mean that in relative terms. While it did sound like a war zone, it was less of a war zone than last year.

The cat just ignored all the pops and whistles. And the dog spent the night in camp (that's what I tell him the kennel is). The kennel I take him to (Kennel Club and Resort in Torrance) is in a fairly industrial area, so it was pretty low key. It's air conditioned and the dogs can bark at each other all night with impunity.

Best of all, it's safe and secure. If Rocket were at home, I'd be worrying all night that he'd escape or start howling or something.

It was money well spent.

We're quickly running out of Daily Breeze pets to write about. Oh sure, there are other dog and cat owners, but they sniff at the idea of posting pictures of their pets.

One of my colleagues -- who shall remain nameless -- mocked me for having a photo of my dog on my cell phone. But guess what? She recently got a kitten couldn't resist snapping a few pictures on HER phone.

That's OK, we only like cool animals here.  Take, for instance, Charlot. Charlot belongs to Mike Carroll, the Breeze's editorial page editor. Charlot enjoys lounging, getting into it with the cat across the street, and apparently not much else. I like that in a cat.

Here's what Mike has to say about about his kitty:

Charlot (French for "Charlie" and pronounced "Sharl-OH has been a member of the Carroll family since he was just a kitten who slept in a straw basket. Now 7 years old, the black and tan, long-furred tabby enjoys stalking birds, lounging on furniture and an occasional brawl with his arch enemy across the street.

Charlot recovered from an accident in his youth that required a midnight emergency room visit and an $800 hip operation, but he's healthy now, although his sitting posture is somewhat unbalanced. Visitors have remarked, after seeing the cat stretched out on a piano bench for hours on end, that, "Your cat seems lethargic." To which my wife, Eugenie, responds, "And your point is?"

Naturally, our three daughters love the cat and often make him the center of attention, although they concede that he's only slightly more animated than a Pet Rock. His favorite lounge spot during meal preparation time is smack in the kitchen's center, where he can gain maximum attention to his own hunger with minimal effort. For unknown reasons, Charlot is popular with the veterinarian's staff members, who usually remark when he emerges from his traveling box, "Oh, you're a handsome cat, aren't you? Yes, you are ..."

To date, we've yet to identify a strong, socially redeeming reason for Charlot's existence, other than my wife's observation that, "Well, at least his colors and markings go with the furniture."

A power outage in Albania has been blamed on a cat chasing a mouse through a high-voltage area in the power plant.

The story ends badly for the cat and the mouse, but I keep imagining a cat running around with a giant mallet while the fast-talking mouse tricks it into running into electrical lines.

I guess I watch too many cartoons.

Jill is an FOB, or Friend of the Breeze, a term I just now made up. She used to work here, but moved on to another job a couple of years ago.

She has her own blog called South Bay Soliloquy where she muses about whatever interesting tidbit pops on to her artistic mind. She also includes a lot of neat pictures.

But since this is an animal blog, we won't concern ourselves with that stuff today. Jill has a cat named George, who is not only amazingly fat, but quite the comedian. He's also quite agile. Put him near a ladder and hilarity can't be too far behind.

Here's a weird story: A guy in Oregon drops his dog off at a kennel. He picks up the dog after he comes back from vacation, but thinks he might have the wrong dog.

"It's a sweet dog," Griggs said of the impostor living at his Lake Oswego house. "It's tough because now we've had the dog for 10-plus days, and the kids, especially the younger ones, start to get attached to the dog. I like it, but I want mine."

That's the problem with Labrador retrievers. They're nice dogs, but they pretty much all look alike.

But that's the one benefit of owning a coonhound. Rocket may be the noisiest dog in the world, but his coloring is as unique as a fingerprint. He's got weird blotches and spots all over his body. And in the paisley maze of black and white, there are freckles of brown that only a doting owner would be able to spot.

And my cat has a map of Idaho under its chin. It's true! As soon as I figure out how to post photos, I'll be able to prove it.

If you have a dog, you know there are at least two simple tasks turn into miserable chores. One is making the bed. Those flying sheets are too inviting a lure for any self-respecting dog. They have to jump on them, grab them, run around in them. What would normally take five minutes, turns into a two-hour ordeal.

You don't really expect an animal to be self aware. I suspect my dog doesn't really know he's a dog. When he looks in the mirror, he doesn't recognize himself. Instead, he barks at his own reflection for hours at a time because he thinks there's another dog in the room.

My cat, well, he doesn't even recognize ME and I feed the little monster.

That's what makes this video so strange. It's an elephant painting a picture of an elephant. And he did a better job than I did. I know this because I actually tried drawing a picture of an elephant after watching the clip and couldn't do half the job it did.

I've heard elepants were smart, but artistic? Who knew?

While watching the video here at work, people gathered around me and gasped in awe. Being cynics, several of my colleagues assured me it was a fake. One editor laughed at me and said it was clearly computer generated.

It looks real to me. And there are dozens of videos and Web sites dedicated to artistic elephants. You decide.

Here's what happens when you give a paintbrush to a dog. But like the old saying goes, it's not that he does it well, it's that he does it at all.