Posing

With a piece of pie

Smile! Yep, I see you. You're posing.

We all do it, don't deny it because I know when you're lying and it hurts me.

I am as guilty as the next girl. I have some favorite go-to poses. 

With my desk

With my friend Alexis

My friend Katie Bradley says I even have a 'mirror face' and says "Mirror Face!" whenever I'm in her presence in front of a mirror. (True friend). But I already covered mirrors in an earlier post, let's get back to posing. (Focus, LizBiz, focus).

I'm really here today to talk about the Animals. Because you know who doesn't get a say in posing? Animals. Nope, they don't.

They just stand there with their small brains and pasted on smiles while the camera goes "click! click! click!" while their little eyes get burned out by flashes. 

Who's there to be their touchstone? Their sounding board? Their friend?

Definitely not the people who made these cards. See the humiliation below.

Dad, who put this pole in my crotch?

And what do we have here? We'll, you have eyes don't you? Clearly this is a Papa cat and Son cat having a nice ole time fishing at the local pond. Papa is maybe giving Junior some encouragement and/or advice on how to cast or maybe telling him to watch that nasty hook from snagging his baby paw. The possibilities are endless. 

Let's also not overlook the attention to detail here with the props. That is CLEARLY a beginner's plastic pole with some safety options that Papa's adult cat fishing pole does not have. Cause he's a Dad.

How did I get here?

Back at home, here's Mama Cat knocked up with 19 kittens in her belly (that apron and camera angle are very forgiving) and she is making ONE HELLUVA cupcake for Junior's birthday party which is tomorrow. She is amazed as anyone else to be able to balance on her hind legs like this (let alone adopt that very human 'hands on hips I'm a frustrated suburban mom cat') and is wondering how in the sam hill she is going to light that candle?! (No explanation on how it got there in the first place.)

But in all seriousness, whose cats are these? Who is exploiting our feline friends for such sheer HILARITY? One minute, these cats are taking their collective dumps in their kitty litters and before they know it, they're wearing starched kitchen aprons and chef's caps with fishing poles being tied to their furry arms. Now that I think about it, it seems about right.

Say cheese!