I noticed yesterday that my cats were sleeping on the sofa. No giant surprise about the sleep. They went pro several years ago.
The notable part is that they were sleeping next to each other.
As a rule, they don’t get a long so well. They tolerate each other but there’s no love lost and a paw smack here and there tends to escalate into a rolling cat fight around 3 a.m. They are incredibly jealous and take it personally if I pet or play with the other.
Once I ceased reeling from the unexpected détente, it occurred to me how lovely they looked, striped in shadow from afternoon sun streaming through the blinds.
I recalled the assignment from Photography 101 involved “Playing with Light.” I like to think the defined darkness amid the brilliant sunlight illuminates their characters; juxtaposed sweetness and affection against the shadow of a sometimes fierce and feral nature.
The moment, as most beauty, was fleeting. Waking at the sound of my camera, Brodie posed briefly for the second shot, then reached out, popped Keegan on the nose and took off running – the fragile peace destroyed.
I should have known to let sleeping cats lie.
Drunk on Life 