That idea morphed into pictures of me dressed up in a pencil skirt, glasses donned, hair up in a bun and holding a stack of hard backed books. That was going to be way too much work for a Saturday morning.
For some reason my cat's tiger stripes lend well to black and white images and sepia tones. Which brings me to Chica, and she doesn't always cooperate. For instance, I'm lucky to have taken the first picture. She wanted to play with the camera. No sooner had I gotten ready to take the picture, and she jumped up and sniffed the lens. By the time I snapped the second, Chica was mellowed out. She didn't even bat a paw at me.
