Back in May, our neighbors got a cat for their family. I'm pretty sure they didn't intend for it to be an indoor cat, because since then I've not only seen it in our backyard, but I've seen it in various other places; their front yard, the front yard in the house across from us, down the street by the library, in the neighbor's backyard, and under cars.
One day, I was outside taking pictures of our backyard when this little cutie just walked up and sat in my lap. It did what Morris always does, and it was head-butting my hands for pets and attention. After that, it'd wander off and play with the bugs in the grass, then come back for some more attention, and so forth. Since then, I've affectionately come to know this feline as "My Cat Friend." This really isn't surprising at all, because I name just about everything. From a stranger's shetland pony to James's car to stuffed animals we buy for Morris. I really do mean I name everything.
These pictures were taken during the setting described above, and let me tell you. This little ball of fur was hard to get a crisp picture of. Playful is just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to describing My Cat Friend. Not only was it getting dark, so my shutter speed was slow to let in more light, but this little thing was darting everywhere. It didn't sit still for more than two seconds between climbing up trees, tackling bugs in the grass, and jumping over things.
I did manage to get a few shots, though, and I'm hoping to get more one day before we move.
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