The elusive white whiskers

Here is Bowlby. I wanted you to see her beautiful white whiskers. For once they are fairly symmetrical. Taking a photo of her is a huge challenge. If she sees the camera she is on her feet and walking towards it. There was no chance of an uncluttered background, which is why I have desaturated it.

As I type I can hear her calling, so she will soon land on the desk, lie across my arms and "superivise" this blip entry.

Today I took Mum to S's funeral. She was the mother of my friend E who died in 2009. There was a well attended service of thanksgiving and we saw a lot of old friends and acquaintances. The usual mixed emotions.