Mr S Creates a Photo Op

You know the kind of day. Suddenly it's seven o'clock at night, oops it's dark out. Huh. Happens every night; you'd think I'd be used to it, plan for it, maybe take a photo early on in the sweet sweet twilight. But it is raining, and I was fiddling around with something else entirely and then, desperate, running around the house shoving the camera at the cats, the furniture, the helpmate. At one point I realized I was in Pet Mode. Oh no, that won't do for Mr. S. "Is there a Husband Mode?" he asked.