When my family first met Tabasco, he was climbing on a young Indian man who had been coming to look at kittens. My mom asked him if he was going to take him, and he ended up deciding not to. So, we took him and his brother back home with us. When we got home, we let them out in my parents room to explore. I remember sitting on the floor reading in an effort to ignore them so that they would come and sit with me. They ended up laying on my dad and brother, and we still have a photo of them with their "cat beards". Over the last six years that we've had Tabasco, he's become like my little brother. I love him dearly. He's so special to me, and it never fails to make me smile when he comes and sleeps with me at night or when he wakes me up in the morning because he needs his sardines, dammit! When I took these photos, they were kind of spur of the moment. I didn't have time to scout out a location and set him up perfectly, since if I put him somewhere he didn't want to be, he would leave. The first photo, "Food?", was taken in my kitchen when he was sitting on my kitchen counter. The second was taken on my bed as I was petting him. The only real photographic techniques I had control over were the rule of thirds, which I think I managed to use fairly well.