2 posts tagged “harley”
I never stop photographing my cats. I take pictures of them with my high-end Nikon that the spouse-unit got me for Christmas one year. I take video clips of them and quick snapshots with the tiny point-n-shoot I got a couple of months ago. No pose, no antic is too small or too insignificant to capture. And digitally, I don't throw a single one out, no matter how out of focus or bad the lighting.
Yes, I'm a little obsessed with it. I can only think how I might be with kids one day. But I have a reason for the insanity.
When Cookie died, I realized just how few pictures I had of her. One blurry, shaky shot of her as a black and white puppy. You can barely tell how she was all oversized paws and ears in it, how her elegant mask markings were so clearly defined in youth, before the grey set in. Another one of her posing face first for the camera. I call that one her mugshot or headshot, because she looks like the picture perfect husky in it. Another one around the same time of her from a distance, trying to eat a three-foot, eight-pound bone I roasted for her by broiling half of it in the oven at a time, since the whole thing wouldn't fit . One of the last few clear ones I have of her before she died was her posing in my sunglasses, completely unfazed. The last clear one ever was of her with Harley lounging next to her.
I will never make this mistake again. For every hundred loving moments spent with my 'little monsters', I have at least one semi-clear picture. I have at least one framed of them, and a few small picture books of them. I have hundreds digitally. When Harley, being the youngest in the house, finally leaves me, I will keep a framed picture of her on my desk, remembering all the comfort, joy and adventure she has brought me.
I finally got around to putting the hot pink Soft Claws on Harley. Poor thing has never really been thrilled with getting her nails trimmed, let alone the caps, and last night she was particularily upset with me. She's normally like a dog, following me from room to room, but yesterday after the caps, she would look at me in terror and run in the opposite direction. This morning she's much better, thank god.
Maybe this will save our furniture a bit. They've already ruined the pleather couch downstairs; we have a cloth cover on it now. We've also noticed scratch marks on the dining table legs, the little monsters. So hopefully, these and their new six-foot cat tree will make a difference.
Still, they look cute. I'm glad I went for the hot pink because, unlike the clear ones, I can see at a glance that none are missing yet.
