Today is the three-year anniversary of the taking of one of my favorite photos of my cat Newps. The taking, by me. Of the photo. With my camera. (Paragraphs like these are just one of the ways that you can tell I was not born in this solar system.)
What?, 2005
We used to have these little photos of Newps and Nips by the door, and when he wanted to go outside, he’d hop up on this old rolltop desk that came with the house, and paw the hell out of anything hanging on the wall. For years he would knock these photos down, and we would keep hanging them back up. In the photo above, Newps had just made the first swipe at his own portrait, and then turned to look at me expectantly.
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I love cat logic. Of course knocking down pictures leads to going outside. Of course!
That’s right– he knows what’s up.
Nips also knows that chewing on electrical cords leads to her getting whatever she wants (after some yelling). Sigh.
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