As part of our household menagerie, we have had 2-3 cats at all times. Due to a series of unfortunate events, we were down to one cat for past year. (Tasha the Fairy Godmother https://annesquared.wordpress.com/2013/04/09) We were at the point that we wanted another cat and A friend of a friend of a friend called to ask if we could take her cat so she wouldn’t get evicted from her apartment. We met “Shade” aka “Shea” aka “Little Grey” (don’t your pets have numerous names?) and decided to try integrating her into our household. Her liveliness and curiosity were expected. The obsession with my cell phone? A bit of a surprise. The little “Shea” loves having her picture taken!
“Fine, I’ll take your picture but BACK UP!”
“You need to get out of the lens…and my face.”
(Now she has decided to assist with the writing of this blog and is sitting on my lap staring at the screen, major purr going.)
Yes, “dogs barking” was the set tone – I hear it!
Not your best side, Little Grey!
Not time for a cat-nap yet…let’s try one more time!
We were both pleased with this shot. I liked her highlighted face and she liked that the shadows matched her grey coat.
We decided this picture was the “cat’s meow.”
What has been your experience with pets and pics?
Categories: Pictures
Tags: being catty, cats, crazy, Personality type, pets, photograph, pictures
Ha, she looks like she’s smiling in that last picture. Of course, the demon yellow eyes cancel out any merriment. 😉
Good thing she’s so small and cuddly, cuz she is also the smartest cat I’ve ever had…and now that I am down to 1 dog, 1 cat, the dynamics have shifted. No other cat to keep her in line.
As my hindbrain (occipital lobe?) ponders every scenario,
I’d rather have a smart, devious cat, than an overeducated, unemployed ex-husband…who doesn’t pay the child support.
Somehow, though I WON. I’m the happy one.
He got the new car, no kids, no critters… better stop – might get a blog or two off of that one. 😉
Sounds like it!
“Little Grey”? She sat on my lap the last half of the blog article “supervising.” I’m getting a bit tolerant since I am 60 days away from an empty nest….
60 day? Oh, wow. I’ll be facing the same in four years. Gulp.