Saturday, 29 March 2008

Olive tabby

How cute, I thought, as I watched the tabby kitten sleeping on the top of a chopped bough of a pruned olive tree in my neighbour's garden. What a perfect photo shot.

I grabbed the camera, and clicked open the balcony window. I saw his ears twitching.

Please don't run awa
y, I thought to myself; had I called out to him, he would probably have done so.

I slid the door open. He raised his head and opened his eyes, staring at me intently. I held the camera and aimed for the best shot. He stayed still, watching me.

I mouthed.

Flash! went the camera. And away he ran.

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