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?
