Poor Apollo. He is now presiding over the fifth fur-monster to infiltrate his quiet life. Perhaps there is some secret camaraderie amongst our shadow-shaded friends, or maybe we just got lucky, but this is the easiest doggie transition we’ve had yet. Kiki/Koa/Ricola is pretty ambivalent about him. I now have TWO pets exceedingly difficult to photograph. That’s OK. It’s a throwdown challenge for my husband to work with the infamous photographic challenge.
I work with a cat lady. I don’t mean this as a pejorative- she really does love and adore cats and is a tremendous resource for all things feline. Yes, she has 13 of her own, but they are all well taken care of, and many of them are cats given up by their owners for various reasons.
My point is, she knows all sorts of things about cats and cat breeds and loves to share trivia. When she met Apollo, she declared he was a black tabby with a touch of Bombay. “You do realize,” she said, “that black cats are actually dark brown tabbies?” And I did know this, but only after getting a black cat of my own. I’m still learning about different cat breeds. Working with her, seeing her enthusiasm, makes me more appreciative of the finer joys of living with cats. And she helps me be a better vet for it.
Instead of referring to him as the arm-humping jungle ocelot, I looked at Apollo through my co-worker’s eyes and saw the other side of him: regal, composed, and possessed of an old-Hollywood-like ability to find the perfect lighting:
I’m ready for my close-up.
Will you look at that- he is brown! And I do say so myself, perfectly photogenic.