The Shot I Didn't Get
I know that I am not the only shutterbug who laments the shots that got away. My children have been trained to stop for mom to take her picture when I am around with the camera at various functions and at home; my pets not so much.
One image that I particularly wish I would have captured concerns my black cat Puddy Tatt who is strictly an indoor pet unless he can manage to sneak out. It was on a snowy and serene morning like this a couple of years ago. Puddy was sitting pretty on a table looking out of the window upon the yard covered in a blanket of snow. There was a set of cat tracks that led from beaneath the window and away into the yard and looked like they might have been the imaginary paw prints of my cat's wishful thinking. Of course, by the time I got my camera, Puddy left the scene.
Cold Cat on a Leash
We haven't had much precipitation in our region of late but snow is always exciting around our household. This morning we didn't even get a full inch, but we were very pleased to see it. My daughter wondered what the cat would think of the snow and I described the photo I had missed. She said that if we found the cat's leash, she would take him outside. No sooner said than done. He was a little annoyed as she plucked him from the picture window to put on the harness and leash.
Pierre the poodle was looking on. He knows what the leash is all about and was no doubt a little envious.
Puddy was compliant for the most part but that looks like the stink eye to me.
He made one last attempt at an escape. But no . . . Poor kitty was gathered up and taken outside. This could be interesting, I am sure his little cat-mind thought.
He was wondering if he could jump out of this girl's arm, but she put him down.
Puddy took a few tentative steps and started shivering mightily and so he was brought back inside where he was warm and happy again.
Usually Pierre has no trouble in the snow but he was shaved almost bare this week and needs to have his sweater on if he is to stay out. The pooch prefers to be with the people so he came in when we did.
Puddy Tatt found his place under the little Christmas tree where he would much prefer to play with a candy cane and dream about the out-of-doors where it is always June and sunny and he can gambol in the grass.