What I do, then, is just aim the camera in the general direction of what I want to take a picture of and click and hope for the best. And sometimes I get lucky. I like photographing my cats in Maine, because there is so much sunlight in the house that I can take pictures in which their eyes are normal and not glinty little devilish pinholes.
So here are a few pictures of Plum looking dapper, and Posy beautiful, or at least very self-satisfied:
And a few more of them on surfaces which their grandparents would really prefer they stay off of. This piece of furniture in particular usually has violets and other houseplants on it; they had to be removed for the duration of our visit, since Plum is a houseplant and flower and cut-flower gourmand. Oops:
And in case you didn't realize it, having never tried it yourself, it is very hard work lounging and looking cute on an armchair:
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Goodness but Plum is a handsome fellow. I have this dream that someday I might be the kind of person who has cut flowers in her house all the time, but since I will certainly always be the kind of person who has too many cats, the cut flower dream will probably remain a dream. Puck in particular is terrible, and Abby consumes whatever Puck leaves behind. SIGH. What I really appreciate is how Plum looks kind of cranky here, like he knows there used to be a houseplant RIGHTHERE and where could it possibly have gone to?
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