Saturday, 29 March 2008
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 away, 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.
Smile! I mouthed.
Flash! went the camera. And away he ran.