Sam opened the front door and told me excitedly to get my camera and take a photo of the cat. I was momentarily dazed — haven’t we taken enough photos of our cats already? Besides, I was holding an ice cream bar in one hand and operating a camera with one free hand wasn’t the perfect formula for avoiding camera shake.
But, knowing how good Sam is at identifying good photo subjects, I took the camera from the bag anyway and stepped out of the front door. Whoa, the darn cat (and I wasn’t even sure which one it was) had made a bed of the empty flower pot by the garden gate. [Read more…]