Here is a photo essay I wrote in 2003 about my cat.
She lies on the floor,
Portabella
or sometimes on the bed. 
Sometimes she lies on the floor near the bed. 
Like many cats, she eats cat food. 
Then she gets rid of it. 
She tries to act tough, 
especially when guarding a rollerboard, 
but it's hard to take her seriously. That’s the end of that essay.
In 2001, I wrote a serious post about her poor health and her previous owner’s abandonment. It’s not worth repeating (unlike this masterpiece), but it did include two gorgeous Polaroids of her by Mark Robbins. Here they are.
In these photos, her belly was shaved for surgery, and she had a feeding tube “antenna,” through which I plunged food and medicine directly into her esophagus to force-feed her. She survived that illness but didn’t survive my 2006 move to Brooklyn and died in November of that year.