Cat Snatch Fever

The heads, you're looking at the heads... I'll explain later.
I'm having a hard time getting the auto focus to zone in on this one. Adding the contrast layer for the phantom image was a gamble but finally I can push it out of the nest. Even when the inspiration comes from within, it can be very delicate. The photo below came out a little better than last time but it's a little fuzzy on detail.

Spoiler alert for the gross part! My animal, Jonny Cat, is infected with spring fever and has taken to killing everything within a fifteen yard radius of the back door. A few days ago I came across a chipmunk head and tail sitting on the kitchen floor. The next day, she carried in two lizards which she had to eat in front of me, complete with little bones crunching. I had to leave her in the house for a while after that but when I got back, there were the lizards, sitting in a pile, a pile of vomit and arms and legs and two heads. Yum. Then, yesterday, as I'm practicing my golf swing on the back porch, she brings up a mouse that has intestines trailing out one side as its trying to get away. I gave it two good whacks on its little noggin with my sand wedge, an open faced club (s0me of you know what joke to insert here). Anyway, I got her to drop the chipmunk today and it ran out of the house, a la Chainsaw Massacre. There'll probably be a sequel.

closer.... Closer!!!

I beg your indulgence in presenting, here above, a work in progress. The centerpiece was supposed to be the one below, left. I thought I got a few fine enough shots of it using a bounce flash, but when I set it up on the big screen I discovered that the light had drained and bounced out the dark tones so I just scrambled up the order. I'll insert an updated pic in the next entry. It was too late tonight to go back into the camera. Anyway, this is the kinda stuff I've been doing. Feelin' good's good enough.

I attended the Braves' home opener which we lost in heart-breaking fashion, 11-12 in the 12th inning. The hurt receded quickly as I went back to the stadium on Sunday to see the mighty and mystical John Smoltz outpitch Johan Santana of the Mets who look frail in the early going. As for the good guys, we've lost five one-run games. Sheesh. Too early for concern but these things nag like a little spider that's biting the back of you're head and you're not sure what the hell's going on but a win streak will kill the bugs. No sugar tonight in my coffee.

Which reminds me... I got a whiff of the road and life just off the highway in the form of a bouncy, black waitress that sucked all my life for a little while, but in the end... all I got was a little knowledge.