Now for something completely different. Yes, cue the Monty Python soundtrack, please, because that is a fitting musical score for my afternoon with Miss Jo-C. And on that note, we had a little post-production fun with these images. Enjoy.
People ask me if I do portraits of cats. And they are serious. My response? My best awkward smile.
You see, I believe that science will one day prove that the world really is made up of two kinds of people: Cat People and Dog People. Guess which one I am?
The logistics of photographing a cat are so unlike a dog portrait session. Dogs bounce into the studio, give the place a good sniffing, and then do their doggy tricks for treats. Worst case scenario, they make a puddle. Big deal. A bunch of laughs later, presto-chango, adorable dog photos.
But a cat? The only cats that do tricks for treats are the cats who think they are dogs. You know I’m right.
The one cat who came to the studio many years ago arrived at the door sounding like it was being tortured, flew out of its carrier only so it could hide behind the utility shelf, and I had to Photoshop the scratches from the owner’s arms in the one image that was usable. That might be a run on sentence, but you get the point.
As you can see, with all that said and ever the optimist, I was willing to give it a go and photograph a cat.
So where was I going to get a cat?
I thought of all the people I know who have cats. Then I narrowed that list down to all of the cats who actually venture out from under the bed when I visit. That was a really short list, and list is an exaggeration. Anyway, Jo-C was the winner. My friend Rebecca, Jo-C’s person, said sure, let’s see what happens.
And on that note, you can see the results of my visit in this post.
Clearly, Jo-C has Maine Coon in her feline family tree. She is fluff, attitude, and fully aware she’s beautiful. Maybe that is why I like her? Historically she always graces me with her presence when I visit. But the camera? How was that going to go over? Short answer – I think she loved it! Maybe it was the noise of the shutter, but I think she liked the idea of having her photo taken and undivided attention from two grown women, one of whom was pretty much face down on the braided rug and scrambling behind her under tables and over chairs.
I bet I was the best entertainment Jo-C has had in ages. Move over John Cleese.