03/26/2026
When photographing cats, I often take on the very serious role of a heartbroken ex. You know the type: obnoxiously whining for your attention. Waving snacks and gifts in front of your face, on my knees begging, pleading. I’m a self-professed Stage 5 Clinger. I hate to stoop to such levels, but when you’re outnumbered, you do what you must.
Led by Leon, followed by Trip, then finally Mozzie, these cats were born for the camera.