(Part 1 of 3)
I tawt i taw a puti cat. Get it, puti cat? White pusa? Hwe hwe, whatever. Anyway, when I blogged about my then brand new 2.8 50mm prime lens, a lot of people wanted a sample of my shots using it. Since I didn’t have a photo trip planned at the time, I thought of doing portraits of 3 of my most favorite subjects, my 3 cats.
I love my dogs too, but with all due respect, they’re nowhere near are photogenic as the cats. Our furry felines get into all these poses and situations that just beg to be shot. Our dogs are way too malikot and they hardly stay still long enough for portraits.
I loooved using the 50mm lens. I’ve long wanted a lens that could capture lowlight indoor images of my constantly moving cats. Matched with my new D90’s wonderful high ISO’s, the 2.8 setting made shooting so much easier without having to use any flash, which my cats hate. It’s usually game over once I use the flash. They start avoiding me like a leper.
I love capturing their different moods, from tentative furball to killer pussy, they’re my dream subjects. My dogs usually just have one expression: crazy happy. Duke, our standoffish Turkish Angora, is the alpha cat in the house, and his position in the pecking order becomes his regal demeanor. Being the oldest and the largest, no one really dares question his dominance and leadership. Our most elusive cat, he is the most wary when it comes to strangers. He disappears whenever we have visitors. It takes sooo long before you can gain his trust. He has claustrophobia (he literally freaks out if you try and force him into a carrier) but is also the most athletic of the 3.
As I’ve recounted before, Duke fell from the 22nd floor and lived to tell the tale. He’s our lucky miracle cat. You can still see a considerable limp when he walks, given his forelegs are studded with plates and pins, but it doesn’t stop him from still leaping from the floor to the top of the ref in a single bound and back.
He used to be a multi-awarded cat when we used to enter him in cat shows, but since his fear of crates got worse, there’s no way for us to bring him out of the condo now. So he stays in the whole day, happy to watch the pigeons as they perch right outside his window.
Hands down, our most malambing cat, he would cuddle for as long as you can cradle him and he’d “paw” my belly, the way he used to paw his mom’s teats when he used to suckle. They say it’s about as close to an “I love you” as you can get from a cat. He’s also the most protective. When our domestic cat, Aras, would freak out and scratch me, Duke would be the first to rush to my side and wrestle the spooked youngster. Always rushing to the rescue. And when someone is sick, he’d hardly leave your side. Shhh…just between us, he’s my favorite among the cats.