Hannibal, the Magnificent. Destroyer.
Shutter lag time defeats me. Camera 2, Kat 0.
So then I had the great idea to run ahead of him and get a face shot.
But he would walk toward me to get petted. Shutter lag time 2 more, Kat 0.
I ran from one end of the deck to the other, trying in vain to get far enough ahead of him to have time to aim properly.
Rinse and repeat. Lag time 2 more, Kat [still] 0.
By the end of this little misadventure I was laughing so hard I couldn't hold the camera steady.
I did finally manage to get this shot, though:
"I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille." [click] "Oh, no, not my broken whisker!"
It is retaliation for this, you stupid cat. The [former] rain gauge. Now I know why we never have a glass tube in the rain gauge.
Apparently, Hannibal likes to bat at them and watch them fall to the bricks below.
Arghhhh.
And for this: used to be a goldfinch. Not the leaf, silly, the feathers.
It was still wiggling when Hannibal deposited it proudly on the front step, then proceeded to kill it and eat the liver. Really. With fava beans and a nice Chianti, just like his namesake.
TMI, perhaps, but all of you who are owned by cats are familiar with this fact of feline life. Besides being warm furry purring heat magnets, they are also highly efficient killing machines. The little darlins'...
