I was thinking that, a part from a quick snap on this post, I’ve never introduced you to my gorgeous cat, Filippo. To say the truth, he’s more than a cat, he’s like a kid (since we don’t have any yet… but… mumble muble… we’re thinking about it – I’ll leave this subject to another time).
I get to spend most of my day with Filippo… well, mostly it’s him who decides if we should stay close or in 2 separate rooms of the house (I really don’t have a choice when his intentions are to come and sit in front of my keyboard and on top of my Wacom tablet). He obviously knows how to get attention. So, as a revenge I bug him with my camera! I’m like his personal paparazzi. In the beginning he used to run away but soon understood that he could run but could never hide from me, so he surrended. He’s learned to pose, and when he’s had enough he just lays down and closes his eyes and opens them once in a while to check if I got the idea or not. :D


This is him in front of the door that goes into our backyard… he even tries to open it, but ehm, it’s too heavy even for a 12pound smart cat.

Don’t take me for crazy; I’ve even learned his “language”, I now recognize all types of “meows” and know for sure what he wants and he wants it.
The only problem I have with him is: where do I leave him if I want to go somewhere for the weekend? :( Back in Italy the solution was simple, my mother-in-law kept him… Maybe I should hire a local mother-in-law…
K.