Every so often, my older kitties remember that they're siblings and get all snugdorable. Should I dare to reach for the camera, though, feline contrariness comes to the fore and one or the other lifts her nose into the air and strolls away with all dignity and hauteur she can muster. When I came upon such a scene this evening, I knew my choices were these: run for the decent camera and risk the delicate kitty equilibrium or use the crappy camera close to hand and hope to capture some semblance of the adorable.
I think you can tell which I chose.
Oof. Look at the goop in Jilly's eyes. I fail at Kitty Mom.