why is it, with literally hundreds of comfortable places in a house, a cat will pick the most inhospitable spot, someplace where there is no room for him? why would a cat jump up on a kitchen counter, where he would have to displace any number of objects just to curl up on a hard counter? makes no sense.
and one of the objects he displaced was my digital camera. [thunk. bounce-bounce-bounce] i looked down under my chair (it bounced all the way across the kitchen) and felt this horrible sensation in the pit of my stomach. i picked up the camera and glared and the cat. i mean, glared. humans subjected to such a gaze would have fled the room, and possibly even the state. kitty was completely oblivious.
and the camera is apparently unharmed, o miracle of miracles. here’a a picture of the mother’s day card my son made at his babysitter’s.
i will test it out more later, to make sure, but right now i’m really impressed with the sturdiness of the Olympus Camedia D340R. i mean, i got it used, it’s an older model, and it’s still a great little camera.