Salem here, with a funny story and a Terrible Fact.
Mommy hauled the Big Camera out to the Catio last weekend to
photograph torment us. Noting that she didn't have the dratted zoom lens on the instrument of torture, I scuttled to the Upper Reaches of the skyway--where I (wrongly, as it turns out) thought I'd be safe--but nooooooo--that crazypants woman puts the camera in auto and starts LEAPING AND CLICKING. The nerve! Thank Cod I was too busy laughing my fur suit off to be bothered by her effrontery. Or the sight of a wizened gnome attempting to levitate.
This is the best of the batch; I was rather pleased with it. Sometimes Mommy gets lucky!
Now for the Terrible Fact:
It appears that one of my whiskers has undergone a Trauma of some sort, it's bent! Do you see it over on the left? Mommy
forcibly restrained me examined it and it's not frayed or anything, just not straight.
Mommy was all for dragging out the ironing board to press my whiskers.
Like that's gonna happen...
XX Salem XX