Well, hell.
This is not the real blog...
...the real blog will follow, hopefully next fall.
There was a time, not quite two decades ago, when I, Grahamn Kracker, a photographer and writer who roams the far north, still believed myself to be a true despiser of cats.
Now, I cherish cats. If I am home, hardly a day passes without one of the cats who lives here wandering in front of my camera lens. Over the years, I have written many stories about the cats who live here - humorous stories, annoying stories and sometimes, tragic, heartbreaking stories. When they were small, I made up bedtime stories about cats for my two daughters, Tyskuit and Nabysko.
When I travel, I photograph all cats who I am fortunate enough to meet and I learn what I can of their stories. I have photographed and written about cats from all regions of Alaska - from the Aleutian Islands to the Arctic Coast, from up and down the Yukon River, the Kuskokwim, from within the Brooks Mountain Range and the rainforests of Southeast.
In addition, I have documented cats in 24 other states, the District of Columbia, various Canadian provinces, England, Russia and India.
So, when I make this blog for real, I will share these photos and stories with all those fortunate or unfortunate enough to stumble upon my blog. I would like to start this blog - right now! - but I have taken on a big project that will keep me ruthlessly busy until fall, so I do not have time.
Still, I feel a need to make the idea of such a blog real, so what you see here is just the idea. The real blog will follow, come fall, either here or in another location. And it will be a blog the likes of which no one has ever seen before.
In the meantime, as time and cats allow, I will post a few current pictures now and then, plus a relevant word or two.
The Kracker Cats
The Whole Kitten, Kaboodle, with kitty Thunder Paws.
Cats Met Along the Way
I just happened to meet this cat as I was walking down a street in Hollywood. As you can see, he is the reincarnate of Charlie Chaplin. I asked for his autograph, and he tried, but he had no thumbs and so he could not hold the pen and it did not work.
Cat Lies, all of them absolutely true
Art, the cat, in his futile attempt to top Denali in a Catabria.
The Kracker Cats: Original
The Whole Kitten, Kaboodle. He stepped out of a dream to start it all.
Thunder Paws - the thinking cat. What he could have done, if only he had been born with thumbs!
Little Clyde Texaco: The sweetest bad boy that ever there was.
Willow: She wanted to be top dog. The cats were a continual source of humiliation to her.
Tumbleweed: ragged as could be - but what a great mom!
Little Guy: What a fine little guy! The finest there ever was. My eyes still make tears for him.
Kracker Cats: Original & Contemporay
Royce: Always In Search of Love.
Chicago: Named, of course, for the Chicago Cubs.
Kracker Cats: Contemporary
Jim Slim Many Toes. He prefers water with that fish taste.
Pistol-Yero: They judged him to be mean, but never was there a sweeter cat.
Kracker Cats Adopted by Our Grown Children
Snicket: On the shoulder of Fire Kracker.
Slick: He graduated from UAF with Tryskuit.
Diamond: She had no Mom but Tryskuit. She growls a lot, and eats all that she possibly can.
Cassie and Muzzy: Strangest looking cats I ever did see.
Martigny: She owes her name to a bunch of St. Bernards.
Boxcar Bean: Originally, he was believed to be a beautiful female angel.
Juniper. She is a true, jumping beauty, known to play with bumble bees.
About Me
- Grahamn Kracker
- Wasilla, Alaska, United States
- Concerning me, there is not much to say. I am just a guy whose dreams have always been big, and largely dealt with Alaska, airplanes, cameras - and, since Kaboodle arrived 18 summers ago, cats. I'm afraid my wife and children have paid a high price to accommodate my dreams, yet they love me, anyway.
Royce and I
Photo by Tryskuit Kracker. To be honest, this picture is about eight years old. My beard is mostly white, now.
Mother's Day: Royce and Sunflower: Sunday, May 11, 2008
The lady sniffing flowers in the background is my beautiful wife, Sunflower. At 14 or so, Royce is the oldest of the four surviving Kracker Cats.
Martigne Chases the laser mouse: Monday, May 12, 2008
Toast Ed Kracker, our oldest son, plays "chase the laser mouse" with the calico, Martigny. The room is empty, because Toast Ed, wife Prickly Pear Blossom Kracker and baby Wry Kracker are moving out of their Anchorage apartment.
Jim, Toast Ed and baby Wry: Today, May 13, 2008
So today, Toast Ed and his little family moved back into the Kracker house.They hope to save up some money so that they can buy a new house. I hope they succeed. Toast Ed and Wry came out here into the office of Jim to visit the black cat. Jim is a generous fellow and happily allows me to use this office to do my own work.
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