On Fridays we'll post pictures of Tabby's Place cats who recently have been adopted.
Friday, December 2, 2022
Thursday, December 1, 2022
When I first heard of Tabby's Place, in the winter of 2008-09, I thought I had my future role there all figured out. First I would help clean, and then I would pet cats to my heart's content. Sure enough, I visited, applied, went through training, and began taking shifts on Friday mornings. The mornings stretched into afternoons as I got acquainted with dozens of Good Cats.
But during my second Friday morning shift, in the lobby I saw a cat (Boots, if memory serves) sitting up straight and tall on a table, and all at once I wished I had a camera. Since then, I've learned more about taking pictures, and one of my favorite pieces of advice is to ignore people who profess that you should be doing things a certain way -- their way.
The way the article summed it up was something like, Take pictures of whatever you can't not take pictures of. When I saw Boots perfectly posed on that table, it was a textbook example of that maxim.
The next Friday, I brought a pocket-sized Konica-Minolta DiMage G600 and started to take pictures. Here's the first decent photo I took that day in May 2009. Ali was a shy cat in Suite A, and I was trying to help her learn to trust humans. She never warmed to me, but she was loved by all and had a good life until her passing in 2018.