Yeah, yeah... it has. I severely underestimated my emotional attachment that I had to Tabitha. Have, still do. Will always have. There are mornings where it still rocks me to my core finding her empty spot above my head. Then... well you've got to move on. So I turned my sadness to a passion for helping others capture images of their pets whilst still around. Turning that to aiding the local shelters in taking better adoption photos.

Then there's Sophie... The little >7mo tabby kitten born without eyes. Malnourished when momma stopped feeding her.

Fuck...

My heart...

"Enjoy your new cat." - The Universe, probably.

She's helping me as much as I'm helping her. It's been good, so you'll likely see more content from me the less depressed I get. Apologies for the, extended radio silence.

If you're interested in Sophie, she has her own Instagram sonar.sophie detailing her antics and adventures.