I'm thankful that my animals are so comfortable with my presence
that I can photograph them in embarrassing poses while they sleep.
They're used to my scent and my movements
and are unbothered that I'm inches away from them, peering up their nostrils.
All that changes when the feral beast steps into the picture.
George wasn't quick enough to catch the cat but figured
he might as well request a butt scratch as long as he was up.