I have not always been a cat lover.
Growing up, I always had dogs around me. Our wired haired terrier, Ginger, was brought into the family when I was too young to remember so it seemed to me that she was always there. After Ginger died when I was an early teenager, my mother had a succession of Shelties, through a friend and local breeder.
I not only considered myself A Dog Person, but I had also accepted my fathers prejudice against cats as gospel: "Kittens are nice, but they turn into cats."
During our first conversation together, I apparently mentioned this uninformed prejudice to Bonn. Later, she told me her first thought was, "Well, that's the first thing that has to change."
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Tell someone special to you how important they are to you. The time we have together is so brief, so hard to grasp. It's like trying to hold on to smoke...
I had hoped to spend part of today post-processing some of the 50 or so images I took at the Twin Sisters' Garden yesterday while sharing it with a Brownie Troop and write about the whole thing a bit.
Instead I woke up feeling like h3ll. I staggered around a bit, foregoing the nordic track and waiting to feel better. Bonn finally asked me what was so important about going in to work today (um, ordering some monitors? that I could call in from home if it came down to it?) and "isn't this what you have sick days for?"
So I emailed in my regrets for the day and headed back to bed.
So far I've managed to stay awake for almost 4 hours today. I'll make it through "The Amazing Race" tonight at 8 and then collapse anew.
In the meantime, please be entertained by another portait of Hader taken on his birthday. He was really wishing I'd go away already and was moments away from standing up and giving me the portrait from the other day.
Sunday was the five cats' birthdays. We celebrated with grilled chicky bird at night -- it's one of their favorites and none of them like cake and ice cream all that much.
That afternoon I was trying to take portraits of Hader. He timed his movements extremely well with the momentary hesitation my CoolPix has between pressing the shutter and actually taking the picture. I got lots of blurry images before I finally asked him why he was moving so much.
"Won't you just let me take your picture?" I finally asked.
He stopped, rolled his eyes and sighed. Then he turned to me as if to say, "Fine, take the danged picture already and then put that stupid camera away."
So I did.