[ Major Tom, a big grey tabby, is sitting on a table, looking majestically over his shoulder. In the background is the yard, complete with a purple vardo; in the foreground, on the table, is a vigorously pink bar of soap, with a sprig of purple asters sitting just behind it. ]
The success was Tom. He even managed two good ones!
[ He’s in the same spot, but looking forward now. His face is just slightly blurry, so perhaps not a total success. ]
Loiosh?
[ Loiosh, an orange tabby, is walking across the table, paying no attention to the camera. In the background, now, is our mustard yellow cargo container. ]
None. This is as close as he got.
[ He’s at least vaguely facing the camera, but he’s looking down instead of up. He’s standing on one of the two blades of grass I used to add maybe a tiny bit of interest to the soap pictures. There’s a lot of whiskers going on. The only thing really in focus is the basket I carried the soap outside in. ]
& then he just gave up. Or maybe I did.
[ He’s cutting between the basket & the camera, headed left and stepping on the sprig of purple asters. I’m not honestly sure there’s a single thing in focus in this entire picture. ]
At least I’d moved the soap before he stepped on that too. Tiny wins?
