I gotta say, I did step on and overturn Mila’s food bowl immediately before starting this shoot, but did that justify this??? 

Anyway, I was just trying to capture the transition from flower to leaves on my forsythia blossom experiment. That’s it. (BTW, I wasn’t expecting foliage! It’s amazing how much a branch separated from its roots is still capable of achieving. Absolutely fascinating!) 

Anyway, I set up the branches for photos, but Mila wasn’t having any of it. In the time it took me to take three photos, she had discovered the tassels on my hoodie. One had gotten pulled to the side and was extra long—long enough that Mila decided it was within attacking distance. I looked down to see this. 

Then THIS!

Then she decided to climb my legs multiple times in pursuit of her adversary. After sopping up the blood (joking, here!) I tucked the tassels away.

Mila calmed down and made a very convincing argument that she was under control. Or at least too tired to care. It was a ruse. She was hatching a more sinister plot.

Still, I got a few decent shots in. (Yes, that’s kitty fur in the background…)

Mila had simply changed tactics.

She pretended to examine the wall, but stealthily turned around at the last second and overturned the vase instead.

I tried to catch the toppling flowers, but missed. After righting the flowers, Mila had to examine the damage, just to make sure she’d accomplished her mission.

I scolded, but she just gave me the evil eye.

One of the last shots of the day was probably the best. (Apart from Mila taking a swing at the camera! I can’t stop laughing at that one!) I hate to admit it, but maybe there WAS some point to her madness. I think the picture does benefit from the rag I used to sop up the water. I wouldn’t have thought to add that!