I thought I was safe this time of year.
No wildflowers are blooming, so my person isn’t getting her camera out every few minutes and making me wait while she takes pictures.
So I couldn’t understand why she pulled her camera out.
I mean, it’s the middle of winter – well, I think it is. The calendar says it is.
So what is there to take pictures of?
Except me, of course.
And I wasn’t doing anything spectacular at the time.
Nothing to take pictures of anyway.
And then my person gets up close and personal – with a weed.
I guess she’s pretty desperate.
She wants to take pictures so bad that she’s even willing to take pictures of weeds.
Maybe she should get another hobby.
I think I ought to help her along.
No, not with another hobby.
I don’t want her doing anything else that would take her attention from me.
No, I’m going to help her along by doing away with her subject matter.
By eating it.