The other day I was gripped by procrastination so profound that no amount of cookbook-page-flipping or sitting-in-the-sun could satisfy it. Turning to the obvious procrastination aid (the computer), I found myself editing & deleting cataloging through obscene amounts of photos of meatballs, salads, pasta etc etc. Who knew it could take so many attempts before I get a shot that I’m happy with.
More alarming was that amongst the myriad food shots were an astonishingly large amount of photos of my cat. Asleep.
I never wanted a cat. I objected strongly to acquiring the critter and only did under intense emotional duress from the rest of my family. I’ve cursed him as I’ve cleaned up his poo off my kilim rug, I’ve tried not to cry as I’ve watched him bat a mouse around until it died and I’ve been scratched until bleeding by his sharp claws. Little bastard. So I was more than a bit surprised to see photographic proof that I’ve somehow evolved into a crazy cat lady.
It occurred to me that the internet just doesn’t have enough photos of cats so I thought I’d share.
On chairs, in a hat, under a blankie, stretched out…
Weird, isn’t it. This is just a sample of the photos I had. But there’s something about the little sleeping creature that makes me all tender. Just like when the kids would finally collapse, exhausted after a day of screeching and wailing and I’d sneak into their rooms and just stare at their little perfect faces and MARVEL at how amazing my life was. How LUCKY I was to care for such angels. All the pains of the day would be instantly forgotten.
Then they’d wake up 3 hours later (about 20 minutes after I’d drifted off) and I’d be back to wanting to kill them.
Stockholm syndrome, I think. Falling in love with your captors.
Sifting through the photos though, I was pleased to see that my food photography skills are coming along. I don’t always get it right, but I do like these ones…
There’s no simpler joy than a perfect pikelet.
Food on sticks is always a winner.
The grooviest cake in town!
Yum.
Née-Née Mills said,
March 19, 2013 @ 12:36 pm
this is definitely my life… held hostage by 2 adorable kids that id quickly palm off for peace any day!
wendyblume said,
March 19, 2013 @ 12:59 pm
yeah, but then about 4 minutes later you’d miss them. That’s the crazy, screwy part of it. We’re MENTAL captives.
Ann Grant said,
March 19, 2013 @ 3:02 pm
can’t resist photographing a sleeping captor, no matter whether they are furry or two legged, because you know that no matter how unruly they get during the day or night that there are times when you love them to pieces.
wendyblume said,
March 19, 2013 @ 6:02 pm
true! it’s something about the profile, i think.
CC said,
March 20, 2013 @ 7:02 pm
Sounds familiar – you describe it so well. (My kids could whine and screech for Australia)
Bek Mugridge said,
March 20, 2013 @ 10:55 pm
This post is hilarious! (and gorgeous pics too!)
Your cat is so adorable, that’s so funny about all the shots in amongst the recipe photos and about how we take a zillion shots! And how cute our kids when they are asleep!!
Oh so true XX