Funny story. I had been antsy to get out and grab some of that gorgeous light that comes when storm clouds break up. But with Christmas dinner and visiting, I just had to wave at it from the kitchen window. As I was passing the front door right at about dusk, I noticed our cat Timmy in a perfect silhouette sitting just outside the doorway. Just at that moment our neighbors Christmas lights clicked on across the street. I knew this was the moment and I needed to seize it. I grabbed my camera and slithered down on my belly in the front doorway and as Timmy gave me his best profile pose I clicked my shutter, only to hear the familiar sound of the beeping timer I had set last night. SHOOT! What kind of photographer am I? Get it together! I sit there for 10 seconds, which, much like Inception, is like a whole minute in photography time. Timmy has now begun to lick himself and the moment is lost. Oh wait. God thank you for a second chance! He looks right at me and I snap away, I check my LCD screen to see if my settings are good and I see "DEMO" ...which translated into English means, "You're screwed, you forgot your card, IDIOT". FLIP! Now I'm really feeling embarrassed for myself. I get up. Off my belly. Walk into the next room and grab my card from the tower and get back to the front door. Timmy is miraculously still sitting there! I get back down on my belly and just as I get ready to get the shot he darts over me in what was an impressive backward scissor-kick-summer-salt. What the..? Then---I see "her". She is sitting in the garden. Timmy has obviously met her before. She is a cat with an attitude. She is known as Angelina, she lives in the garage and is VERY NON SOCIAL (to put it politely). She is a beast. HUGE. And quite the scrappy fighter too. But to me, she is a love-bug. Still, she is no pushover. I beg her to come into the walkway where the Christmas lights would be right behind her, giving me the perfect light bokeh. Puleeeeease???..... but she just sits there like Gloria F***ing Swanson. So. We play a game of who is gonna come to who. I am on my belly making kissy sounds and trying to coax her out of the garden. The storm clouds are darkening and I decide that I shall be the bigger person. Me in my leopard pj's, crawling on my belly, making kissy noises, crawling out my front doorway. She gives me the look. The look that says "I'm ready for my close-up." Merry Christmas!