This was Churchill- an elderly cat we got from a rescue home. We called him that because his bow-legged stance made him look like a bulldog. He'd wander off - and neighbours would bring him back to us wrapped in a blanket, saying "I'm afraid your cat's been in an accident"- and we'd say, "No, he always walks like that."
This was snapped at a Wiccan handfasting- one of our notable screw-ups. I believe the bride fell out of love with the groom during the actual course of the ceremony.
Taken in my mother's back garden. And, no, I'm not camping it up. That's an entirely typical pose.