We accidentally let our cat out while we were at the cottage last week and much gnashing of teeth ensued, but as it turns out Inga (that's the name they gave her at the shelter) likes going out and she also likes coming back in time for dinner. So we let her roam more or less freely. Today I was out taking shots of the vegetation and them goldurn midges when she walked in behind me and struck a pose, waiting for the click of the camera. She's a superstar that one, for sure.