Some of you like cute kitteh photos. Well, this post is for you.
My cat, who is spawn of Satan at the best of times and something Satan would flee from at the worst, has been overplaying the cute card over the past few weeks. I believe she's plotting something. Or perhaps she's just saying thanks for giving her a big ol' sheet o' paper for Xmas:
More disgusting cute after the fold, plus a rare glimpse of Seattle snow.
When I was busy researching ice caves, she decided to "help."
Yes, that is me trying to take notes on a notepad held vertically against my chest. It was that or get my hand chewed off.
You know, it was tough doing this with the old computer. With the new one, it's impossible to get anything done when she wishes to snuggle. I'm going to have to invest in one of those extra-wide recliners someday, preferably one with a laptop desk attached to the side.
Usually, though, she's sacked out on the couch. She's got her preferred spot, and she finds a myriad of ever-more-adorable positions to lie in, trying to tempt me away from my work. And she succeeds. I end up spending too much time fiddling with the camera, trying to determine if I can get supreme cute results from handheld twilight mode:
Or mebbe the flash:
More experiments will have to be conducted.
And, finally, snow! When it snowed overnight, I decided to see if handheld twilight could capture the dark, snowbound scene:
Yup. Although I should've fiddled with the white balance more. It's hard to do, since the stupid outdoor lights always choose to either go on or off right after I've set up the shot and then pressed the shutter. Argh. Still. Snow. In the dead of night. Pretty awesome, that was, especially since it started raining early that morning and all went away before I had to worry about venturing out. That's how I like snow!
Wish I'd caught the Little Hell Beast when she was doing her "What's this white shit all over my porch?" routine, but she lost interest before I could aim.
So there you are. Your overdose of cute for the week. If I suddenly stop blogging, you'll know that there was a plot, and it involved grievous bodily harm. But I doubt she'll do anything to me before summer. She knows other people will feed her, but only mommy risks death and dismemberment to cuddle her on cold nights.