Distractions

 I went outside to take a picture of this cloud (out of which no rain ever fell)...

 ...then got distracted by this baby jackrabbit...

 ...who got distracted by me...

 ...and then by the feral beast...

 ...who does not like it when I get distracted by anything other than him.

 Then he got distracted by a swarm of bugs.

JCC: I need a fly mask.

While George lay sleeping

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.