Originally published August 6, 2011
We have a new kitten. Her name is Ellie although that seems to be somewhat variable.
In my experience, kittens rarely come when you call their name anyway, so it doesn’t much matter what you name them.
Oh, they might intend to but there’s almost always a piece of fuzz, an interesting sound, something that usually prevents their actual arrival.
Ellie is a little over four months old. She’s a brown patched tabby and white Persian.
We’ve been looking for a Persian ever since we had to put Candlelight to sleep last Thanksgiving. At 18, he had lived a good, long life for a Persian but old age finally took its toll.
Kittens become little bundles of pleasure and amusement. Everything fascinates her. She goes 100% until the energy is gone and then she collapses.
She doesn’t understand or care about shutter lag or the speed of the autofocus. Flash recycle times are a joke to her. What she does know is that she’s here and there’s something more interesting over there.
While I love my little Canon G-11, it can’t keep up with the speed of a four-month-old kitten. It’s been quite a while since I’ve taken that many out of focus images.
I’ll try again, of course, but I’ll drag out the DSLR.
Maybe it can keep up with her.
Or maybe it can’t,