Thanks to the lockdown(s), my photography escapades have been reduced to zero. That left me with only some home photography to do. My favourite model was my dear cat Roller. A handsome 14-month-old ginger fluffball, his good looks were too difficult to digest for Shobith, the other Tom at home. Shobith is 4 years old and himself a good-looking dude. But the Alpha male in him got the better of everything else and he saw to it that Roller left the house. After a battle royale one night, Shobith sent Roller packing.
Roller and his poses:
The same Roller who gave me such adorable poses is now a nervous wreck and has relegated himself to a small portion of the tiled roof. He refuses to come down and has suddenly become camera shy. So with my favourite model in hiding, I have little or no photography to do. I miss Roller and I miss photographing him. Needless to say, I am terribly depressed. If only these feline hulks could go through some counselling! Sob sob! When I cry inconsolably my mom says I am mad and retorts, “You and your cats!”
Roller at his new home on the rooftop.
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