The cats hate it when I whip out the camera. Especially Felix, who will make it a point to turn his back toward me and ignore every attempt I make to get his attention.

Not that Cleo’s any better. On a good day, she’s already in her default crotchety state, and I consider it a privilege if she allows me to be within two feet of her without being hissed at or scratched.

I willingly admit that I crawled around on all fours to get the following photos.

And that I may or may not have endured some physical injury getting this shot of Her Royal Crankiness (who is in dire need of claw trimming).

All in all, a good bounty for a day’s work. I’m inspired to focus on an oft forgotten member of our animal family. It’s someone I’ve yet to feature. Stay tuned!