Canon 50mm 1.4 lens, which on the 400D is like using 80mm of portrait lens.
Someone went for an unexpected swim today.
[singlepic=22,320,240,,left] I’ve been making plum jam from the plum tree in the garden, and strawberry jam from cheap punnets at work. Plum trees, or perhaps their feathered inhabitants, are also of interest to certain spotty individuals.
Here are the X-Rays from Lucy’s knee operation.
[singlepic=16,320,240,,left]It’s official… Lucy is now a lolcat!
There is nothing else like it in the world to prepare youself for being truly regarded by your kitten for the first time. Lucy looked me straight in the eye today and wouldn’t let go. For some reason, an exchange of an indescribable something took place, and I’m still not sure who came off best. There is still something wild, ancient and wise that hasn’t been completely bred out of cats, least of all Bengals.
I’ve been on migraine meds today, so maybe that’s all it was.
After a a few weeks of settling in, I thought I’d give some clicker training a go with Lucy, Destroyer of (Laptop) Mice.
In a word, astounding.
I’m only peripherally familiar with operand conditioning, but I bought and am following Karen Pryor‘s Clicker Training for Cats book. I started on Sunday with loading the click with chicken liver treats. After 5 clicks she had cottoned on and 10 clicks later she was targetting a biro with her nose and I could lead her around the room with it. 5 more clicks and she was giving me high fives in the air with her paws. This all took less than five minutes!
Now it’s Wednesday and she’s quite reliably giving high fives, coming when called, sitting and staying on her spot and getting down from the table on command.
For some obscure reason teaching her to switch the light off on command and to play the piano are high on the list…
She was a perfect little sweetie in the car from Wanganui to Wellington. After the initial shock, she entertained herself with a scrap of sheepskin for a bit before curling up to sleep the rest of the way. [singlepic=13,320,240,,]
When she got home she found the spare room with the boxes in it.
Death to the laser pointer!