Cammie is a beautiful little cat, but she is not photogenic. None of the pictures I take of her does her justice. It doesn’t help that she is usually wearing a melancholy expression. Whether the outer look reflects the inner mood, I don’t know. But the princess’s images never really look like the creature with whom I live.
Last evening, however, she was lying on the bed and the westering sun’s light filtered through thin clouds from the edge of a passing rainstorm. The illumination lit up her slightly-crossed green eyes with their radiating flecks of gold, and brightened her face. She still bears her sad expression but these are two of the better pictures I’ve taken of her.
This is my Siamese princess.