Journal: Wrong Starts
Working with the Lensbaby Composer II Sweet 50 takes a lot of practice. I took my eye glasses off and put my eye up to the viewfinder of my camera. Things looked perfect. I forgot that I adjusted the view to accommodate the eye glasses. Things weren't so perfect after the fact.
It's been quite a morning. Things have been going wrong from the start.
My 20 year old Siamese cat has been sick and so I've been giving him antibiotics which are making his health bounce back. His vet, in a phone consultation, figured we had nothing to lose by trying to give him something. The two tigers stayed close by for well over a week as he retreated to the master bedroom. His time might be coming and I will never be ready for it.
Mr. Lucky has always been a "bulldog." I have been told that mean cats live a long time. All of this week, I wondered what happened to his stubborn will. He didn't even have it in him to give either of the tigers the stink eye.
I once had a boss who lived to be 102 and he was mighty mean. Mr. Baker's maid used to say that he was so mean that God didn't want him.
Two days ago, I woke up and Lucky was in bed with me downstairs. His appetite was big, but he hadn't left any litter box treasures yet. The vet was hoping that I could get something up in my fingers and test it. I didn't think that was such a good idea. I'd take the cat's word for it if he'd do his business.
This morning, this cat pooped my pants. Yes, that's right. I know, it is too much information. While I was medicating him, he left something on my jeans which are now going through several cycles of wash just in case. Let's just say that I might be gagging, but I'm glad he had it in him. Welcome back to the world of the living, my precious cat!
It might be a good day to get out and see if I can find some interesting things to shoot with that lensbaby.
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