She likes to visit us at work. Well, sometimes. Between her favorite soap operas. After she's smoked a couple of Virginia Slims and and downed a glass or two of Midori liqueur.
I am convinced that she named herself, rather than suffer her owners to name her. She is a cat, and her name is Princess.
She is a subtle calico; short on color with an expanse of white fur. And I do mean expanse – she's a large girl. We often comment on the chunkiness of her feline figure. Princess will only throw us a glance that says: "Better plump than plebian."
Her eyes are riveting: light yellow-green, exquisitely outlined in black – like an Egyptian goddess. She has a face full of beauty and expression.
Princess, quite deservedly so, possesses a deal of attitude. She doesn't think much of our intelligence.
She likes to play us. She'll be trotting down the path leading to our door. One of us – usually me – will be on the front step, encouraging her to come over. Then at the last moment…she'll swerve and take the side route to the backyard. Or she'll sit on the welcome mat, looking in, meowing, but making no effort to enter. One of us must stop working, get up, go outside and pet her. Which of course we willingly do – and that only fuels her disgust.
I so wanted to take her picture. I'd been bringing my camera to work for the past week, and today my efforts finally paid off. Now, one would think that a cat, a calico one for that matter, in addition one named Princess, would willingly pose and preen for some photographic fame.
Not this girl
She was a TERRIBLE model. I hadn't realized how constantly her head moves, her eyes roam, her paws twitch. She'd be still for an isolated moment, when – wait! What's that over there? Is it a leaf? A pebble? Can't be sure – better go investigate. The biped with the Kodak Digital can wait. 6.1 megapixels don't impress me.
I don't know how you manage to take such marvelous photos of your animal friends. How can you anticipate another living thing's lively interest? Princess, it's just a pebble, for Christ's sake!
Still, you never know. It might turn out to be the final jewel she needs for her crown.
Curiosity, you know.