A little less than three months ago we (Judy) adopted a 7 year old cat after swearing that our last cat would be just that: our last cat.
But people who have lived with cats virtually all of our lives just ignore those bold statements.
So a small black cat came home with us.
Since then I've only blogged about her once, I think.
This morning I set out to change that and update you, my Gentle Readers, on her progress.
So first I had to photograph her.
My first attempt was an obvious failure.
The flash was on and the glare was awful.
So I sat down in my recliner, put her favorite pillow on my lap and called to her, "Here, Sweetie-Pie".
She immediately came running and jumped up on the pillow.
But she had her back to the camera.
I began maneuvering around, trying to get a shot of her looking lovingly into the lens.
You know how that goes.
Cats seemingly don't like to have their photograph taken.
In desperation I took a picture of part of her that is usually in motion but had gone strangely quiet.
Then I got the inspiration to focus on her head (turned away, of course) and touched her gently on one flank which usually draws her attention.
This time I got her frontally at last but with her ears cocked and her eyes glaring I decided this would be the last of my attempts.
We both repaired to the living room and I watched television for awhile.
Then a bit later I glanced over at her lying next to me on the couch and got the shot I'd been trying for.
May I present the beauty queen herself, Miss Sweetie-Pie.
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A short time later, apparently exhausted by her photo session, she curled up for a nap.
A cat-nap.
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