Day 8

Since I live with my mother at the moment (who hates her photo taken as much as I do) and my cat and her cat and her dog and that's it... it's easy for me to take pictures of the cats. I don't have another subject. Cats or Christmas trees.

Today was cats. Shooting into the sun.



He's very sick of the camera. He's also dusty, and I think the look in his eyes reflects the "please don't document my filth! let me clean myself first!" and then spends the next three days cleaning himself obsessively. at least nobody's told him he's fat lately... he literally goes bulimic for a few days after a weight comment.

I know I promise more interesting photos pretty much every day- but you know... that would involve a more interesting life I think.