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Despite this blog's failure as of yet to provide me with a sustainable income, health care, and worldwide notoriety, I am on occasion asked to be in a professional photoshoot. Today was a very special photoshoot day, because we did it at my house and with my cat*.
In case you were wondering, cats do not like photoshoots. If you make a cat do a photoshoot, it will run away and make the saddest sounds you've ever heard. And then it will try to kill you, sort of like this:
*roommate's cat; whatever.
In case you were wondering, cats do not like photoshoots. If you make a cat do a photoshoot, it will run away and make the saddest sounds you've ever heard. And then it will try to kill you, sort of like this:
*roommate's cat; whatever.
posted by Stanley at 11:19
9 Comments:
you should definitely sell this pic to some publisher of those small, square-shaped books that highlight the personality of cats that you would only buy for beth when you had an uncreative gift-giving moment.
eekbeat, is your leg okay?
we did it... with my cat
Hott.</Emerson>
the Finner still has nightmares about the Sith Lord Sparks.
lc: i got one of those "personality of cats" books for xmas from girlfriend's fam. however, it is a very funny collection of pet-themed cartoons from the new yorker, so it's not as uncreative as it could have been.
LC: I'm not sure what kind of book you mean, but that's my leg, not eekbeat's. And it's fine, thanks.
TMK is banned!
T(h)om: Sorry my cat kicked your dog's ass.
Everyone else seems to take perfectly fine photos of their cats.
Obviously they wanted professional photos of me, B. The cat got its (second!*) lucky break.
*The first was a film project, entitled Oh Shit!.
I should further clarify that the "professional" photoshoot had nothing to to with me, and everything to do with a particular item in my house. I was there. So was the cat.
Right, but what I'm saying is, most people's cats don't attack them during photo shoots.
What have you been doing to the poor kitty to make it hate you so? Hmm?
Well, we do feed him dead puppies for breakfast. Perhaps that is the source of his foul humor.
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