(This post is a continuation of the story that begins here.)

In the continuing story of Jack’s love affair with the Teal Table and his not-so-secret hiding place, we now arrive at that moment every kitteh photographer faces, when kitteh is getting tired of the picture taking.

As you may recall, when Jack is in the teal table drawer, I can’t pose a shot, I just sort of cram my camera between the wall and the teal table and start clicking. On the day of this shot, I positioned the camera and clicked.  There wasn’t the usual scrabbling of “leef mi aloan“, so I thought he was perhaps asleep.  I clicked again.  Same thing.

And then I pushed my luck. I clicked once again and one swift smack from Jack knocked my camera to the floor. That last picture was nothing but a blur of orange fur and claws, but the previous picture (shown below) demonstrated that Jack was smackdown ready.

(This post is a continuation of the story that begins here.)

Jack’s love affair with the teal table continues.

Though he begins to tire of all the attention from the paparazzi.

(This post is a continuation of the story that begins here.)

One day I’m working at my desk (which you may recall is next to the teal telephone table with it’s open drawer) and I hear this “scrabbling” noise.

As I live in a state with insects plenty big enough to make “scrabbling” noises, I was immediately wary. I swiveled around in my chair and listened.

The noise was definitely coming from behind the teal table.

I slowly rolled my chair back to the wall.

The scrabbling noise stopped.

I leaned back, and peered behind the table. Now because there is very little space between the table and the wall

<– this is what I saw.

Seeing nothing, hearing nothing, I rolled my chair back to my desk and began working.

In just a few minutes, the noises started again. I froze and listened. Yes, definite scrabbling noises. Definitely behind the teal table.

Again, I slowly rolled my chair back to the wall.

The noise stopped.

I peered behind the table. Nothing.

And suddenly it dawned on me. I hadn’t seen Jack in about an hour and for Jack, that was odd behavior. I picked up my camera, stuck it behind the table and blindly snapped a pic.

When I pulled the camera back, I saw this:

For some time (and a number of photographs), the teal table with the open drawer was Jack’s favorite hiding place.

Because the teal telephone table is close to my desk, it serves a purpose beyond telephone table.

I don’t carry a purse, just a large, tri-fold wallet.

One day, upon arriving home from some outing, the telephone table’s drawer was open.

And so it began.

The teal telephone table is in close proximity to my desk — and desk chair.

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