I still tend to think of Ruthie as being a kitten, but she was born to a feral mother in our backyard soon after we moved to Albuquerque, so she is near ten years old now. Where does the time go?
Friday, June 22, 2018
Show Stealer
Whenever I'm making pictures around the house I often devote the last few shots on the roll to images of my cat, Ruthie. Pretty often, I end up liking those unplanned pet portraits better than what I had originally set out to photograph.
I still tend to think of Ruthie as being a kitten, but she was born to a feral mother in our backyard soon after we moved to Albuquerque, so she is near ten years old now. Where does the time go?
I still tend to think of Ruthie as being a kitten, but she was born to a feral mother in our backyard soon after we moved to Albuquerque, so she is near ten years old now. Where does the time go?
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This was a nice bit of blog to start my day! Thanks for sharing!
While my dogs were still alive I used to burn off the last few shots on them. Now I don't have such a convenient subject and when I want to burn off the last of a roll I'm at a loss!
I've never had a lot of luck with dog pictures. Cats are much easier to photograph, I think, because they know they are in charge of their domain.
There were two litters of feral mother cats born at the same time in our back yard. Given the choice I would have chosen one of Ruthie's short-haired siblings, but they were all quickly adopted. Ruthie got left behind; she was the last captured and shy of people as a result. She is very friendly with me now, but still cautious of visitors.
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