I'm not a cat person.
I must preface this posting with that caveat. And explain that the only reason there's a cat in my apartment – and blog – is because Moose, a neighbor's traveling furry minstrel, is an exceptional kitty. Moose is a calm, cool, collected and composed creature. He's a Zen samurai; we may've known each other in past lives in Japan. Moose has mojo. So my door's open when he comes 'round.
He was here the other day checking out the world through the window – most probably the birds and squirrels feeding on their daily seed.
Here he is a moment later. I was unable to capture his fleeting expression of terror at the sound of the shutter, only the look right after:
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