Bebe (BAY-bay), our only female out of seven cats, is my wife's cat and could barely give a darn about me. She's a princess, no doubt, and gets treated accordingly. Even by me, though she pretends that I don't exist.
Bugsy spends most of his time within inches of the ceiling - he's always sleeping at the highest point he can find.
Major Havoc in a calm, peaceful moment.
Midget in all his unkempt glory. He was born with crossed rear legs, as if his lower tendons were half the length they should have been. When he could travel we took him to the vet, expecting to put him down. Luckily a doctor was visiting from Angell Memorial Hospital, a huge animal medical center in Boston. He was intrigued by Midget's condition and offered to attempt surgery as a learning study. Of course we accepted, and Midget underwent surgery the following week.
The vets were not happy with the results, and did not consider the operation a success. That was 9 years ago, and Midget has never had any idea that he is crippled. He runs like a madman - and his rear legs slide out from under him all the time. He climbs anything he can, using only his front paws. He can still jump on top of a kitchen counter whenever you're making a sandwich, and (speaking of food) eats anything you put in front of him. He rules the house with an iron hand, all 5-1/2 punds of him. Even the 84-pound German Shepherd respects him and his rath.
OD, striking a pose.
I tend to play with them a bit to get them awake and lively but not enough to bore them. (That takes critical timing.) When they're almost bored they have a tendency to sit or lay down, and that seems to be a good time to get their attention and snap. Trying to capture cats in action with indoor lighting and f/1.8 DoF is not easy, and I rarely try that insanity.
