The Saddest Cat in the Whole World

Oz, our fat fluffy kitten-boy, is one of the most lovey creatures around. He'll snuggle with us, crawl on our laps, roll on his back when he wants his belly rubbed, squeak like a baby when he wants to play, and drool all over the place when he is getting attention (to the extent that I fully expect him to short-out my laptop one of these days).

And I've never once taken a picture of him where he didn't look like the saddest cat in the world.

It is to the point of near frustration that I can't capture his goofy, playful side. The problem likely started when we first brought him into the house and I took about 100 flash-pictures of him. The curious yet certainly frightened little boy was probably very unhappy about his first exposure in our house being dominated by a nasty, mechanical, lightening-producing monster pointed within a few feet of his face.

Since then, every picture has a worried little sad face where our happy Oz is supposed to be.

For better or worse, I'll keep trying.