She looked like a normal cat, but had a blood lust that would not be contained. In this pic, if you look just past her outstetched paws, you can see the bull fly she was chasing.
It was easy, the fly was circling the living room and she’d leap into the air every time it was over her head. She had to have done it 15, 16 times in a row.
The hard part was not knowing if I got the shot until the film was developed.
It always takes me a few days trying to discover their personality. It’s an important thing. Rather than choosing a name, I feel like I learn who they are and the name becomes organic. Congrats!
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