In Which All Five Cats Turn Nine

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.
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