The other day with my camera I ran into a couple of cats. One played with me and the other posed for photographs. Then the one playing with me posed for some photographs. I will drop everything to photograph a cat. It's probably just as well that we don't have a cat at our house. I would probably never leave. I would just stay home and photograph the cat.
Instead of interesting photographs like this:
I would take interesting photographs like this:
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
I just wouldn't get any exercise.
Out on the photogenic streets of my neighborhood I'll take pictures of any animal that comes along, but they all have their limits. A Robin, for instance, will generally allow me to come to anywhere between 10 and 20 feet of him, depending on the specific Robin in question. The moment I cross their particular line they will hop or fly away from me. Bees are tolerant of my being very close, but eventually get irritated with me- they just have so much to do! Squirrels rarely accept me coming closer than 20 feet, but if we just happen to be within ten or so feet by sheer happenstance they don't care unless I point a camera at them. Monarch Butterflies are all pretty consistent at allowing me to come within nine feet, but not eight. Rabbits have exceptionally specific lines of comfort and might be perfectly comfortable with me 15 feet away, but will instantly run in terror for the deep bushes at 14 feet 6 inches.
Which is why it can be so fun to come upon a cat. I inch my way in to within 15 feet of a cat and suddenly it notices me. It leaps up!
"Oh no!" I think. "There goes the cat!"
And then the cat runs into my arms.