I know I have written about Simon before and perhaps even Michael, but I’m not sure I have written anything in particular about Finnegan.
Finnegan is our black cat. Well, he’s almost black. He has a small tuft of white hair on his chest. A trait I’m sure I’ll share with him some time in my future. That was a joke.
Anyway, I just went downstairs to take a picture of our box full of veggies when I noticed Finnegan clamoring for my attention. He usually does this when I walk into the room. He walks up to me (quite loudly), meows, drops on his side and rolls around. What he’s after is a slide across the floor. Yes, this cat loves to be pushed across the length of the kitchen. I’ll have to get in on video one day for you. It’s hilarious.
After I was finished taking the photo of the box, I tried to get a few of Finnegan. At first, I thought it would be easy. He was just laying there. But then, as I started getting ready to take each photo, he would move. It was crazy. Milliseconds before each push of the button, the cat would roll into a new position. I knew he had ants in his pants, but c’mon. I did manage to get one decent picture towards the end.