I saw things hither and thither on the internet last month about a January Photo-a-Day challenge, being hosted by someone writing under the name “Fat Mum Slim.” I didn’t notice it until midway through the month, though, so I didn’t join in even though I love challenges and I love taking pictures — mostly pictures of my cats, because they are so very photogenic — and especially I love things that go on the internet.

So I was pleased as Punch to see that there’s a February Photo-a-Day challenge afoot!

I don’t see a day designated Very Photogenic Cats on Fat Mum Slim’s list of photography prompts, but I thought it might be fun to participate anyway. I’m planning to post the week’s worth of photos on Saturdays, so as not to deluge you with amateur-hour photography. Let’s see how many of these prompts I can twist into a cat challenge, shall we?

Here’s the first wave:

Day One: Your view today

It was no longer daylight when I first discovered that the Photo-a-Day thing was happening again, and so I present to you something that looks like an unfinished Lite-Brite creation. It was either this or a pair of sleeping cats.

Day Two: Words

Poppy is in some areas a bit of a perfectionist. (She does not get this from me.) I would like it if she applied this particular personality quirk to areas such as Having a Clean Room, Obeying or Eating All the Vegetables. Of course it doesn’t apply to any of those. It usually manifests itself in her schoolwork, particularly those subjects with a definite right-or-wrong answer, like spelling. She so very much wants to be entirely correct. (Which OK maybe she does get from me.)

She aced her spelling test on Thursday.

“I have been waiting to get them all right for so long!”

Yesterday was our 11th anniversary. I’d planned to take a picture of us holding hands, and this would’ve said something sappy about how we’ve been holding hands for the last 15 years or so. But then we were out and about all day, and I forgot to do it. Today I was going to take a picture of Rockford’s hands, but he asked me not to do it so I didn’t. His were the only other hands on hands today, unless you count paws. Which I find that I must:

Day Three: Hands