My cats are supermodels. By “supermodels”, I mean that they are difficult to work with, finicky, and mercurial yet beautiful. They strike poses, complain about the lighting, the food, their accommodations, my choices etc…
They are not super models (note use of superlative this time) because a shot that starts like this…
…generally ends with something like this.
This morning, three of the four parked themselves in a strong sunbeam across the living room floor. Using their innate flair for drama, they knew that being half in and half out of the sunbeam would create a more striking shot. Fortunately, it also let me eliminate most of the living room detritus behind them: some cat toys, a laundry basket, my sewing box, and a coat. Someone should really clean in here.
Sookie gave me the best and longest performance which is unusual for her since she is uneasy about me getting too close to her. God forbid that I should pet her or pick her up. She also created a lovely cat shadow.
She even changed poses for me. She knows she’s pretty.
Miles tried, but was all over the place and couldn’t stop turning his head and trying for sultry over the shoulder looks.