Tag: fostering
Whether out of concern that we may be arguing or an unwillingness to be anything other than the centre of attention, whenever Diana and I are standing and talking in the kitchen Bernard will almost always walk between us, flop down on the floor and rollover to expose his belly.
Bernard is our latest foster cat. He had a rough start in life. His previous owners claimed he was being aggressive so they kept him outside in a tiny crate for months. As a result he is slow to trust new people. But once he feels safe with you he will never leave your side. If you’re looking for an isolation buddy during the COVID-19 lockdown contact the Toronto Humane Society to inquire about adoption.
No, you’re not seeing double. We now have a second black foster cat, Bombay. Unfortunately, he doesn’t seem all that thrilled about the presence of our original black foster cat, Garth. Maybe he’s just weirded-out by seeing his doppelgänger. Wouldn’t you be?
BEFORE
Please welcome to the show our latest party animal (aka foster cat), Garth. He’s a big boy who’s surprisingly light on his feet. (They probably should have named him Farley after another SNL alum of similar comportment who was also a bit of a black sheep.) We’ve taken to calling with Girthy Garth and Baby Garth (doo doo, doo doo doo doo).
Garth is the first black cat we’ve fostered, so he’s also the first black cat I’ve had the chance to photograph extensively. The light absorbing qualities of Garth’s fur combined with the light tones of our house’s decor has proved to be too much for the iPhone’s exposure evaluation. Which means if I have to snap a quick shot to capture Garth before he moves I’ll have to apply a whack of exposure adjustment and shadow recovery after the fact—like I did with this shot, as you can see from the before and after.
