A Christmas Present, Sort of

Do you remember back in July when I requested your input regarding which photograph of Alex to submit in a contest of pet photos? As I later wrote ( I think) one of the two Alex photos I submitted and was chosen to be published in something called the International Library of Photography. Of course, I was advised that I could purchase the book for about the same amount of money I spent on a semester’s worth of theology books when I was in seminary. I did not accept the offer.

However, more recently I was offered a plaque commemorating the photo and, since the price was about what a tank of gasoline now costs, I took them up on the offer. Yeah, I knew the contest was just a set up to sell pet lovers like me stuff, but I succumbed. I am considering the wall hanging a sort of Christmas present to Alex and me.

Below is a scan of the plaque:

I scanned it because, when I attempted to photograph it hanging on the wall, the photos all came out like this:

If you are wondering what I am doing writing a blog at 2:00 a.m., it is because my housemate is still outside catting around. Alex and I went to bed early—about 10:00 p.m.—and were snuggling under the comforter until about midnight when the furball climbed from beneath the comforter and sat on my head , awakening me, and demanding to go outside. Of course I always do as he commands and so I got up and opened the front door, figuring that when Alex discovered how cold it is outside he would give up on his idea of a midnight stroll and we could go back to bed.

Unfortunately, it is not cold outside—the temperature is 48 F—so the furball scampered out and leaped off the porch. I am awaiting his return so I can contentedly return to bed without worrying about the silly cat.

ADDENDUM: 2:57 a.m.

The furball returned home about ten minutes ago after almost three hours of catting around outside and he is now pestering me to go back to bed. I am obeying his command, as usual.