She appeared when I was exploring a covered bridge, one that the Pennsylvania Department of Transportation has decided to close.
The bridge was overgrown with weeds. The cat had huge bare spots where fur was missing. It could be that she had mange.
But, she wouldn't let me ignore her. She kept talking as I snapped. When I got into the car, she appeared at my wife's open window, still chattering. I hated driving away.
I tried this photo in greyscale, but in the end, decided that the background colors were too important.