Evening. I return home and see that a fairy cat is proudly sitting on a narrow beam protruding from the roof of the garage.
Here it is - that very moment! I'm starting to carefully take out my phone to take a couple of pictures, but the Fairy has already solved my plans. She gets up lazily and begins to walk along the beam towards the roof.
What a bummer!
Fairy, wait, I'm asking in despair, and I try to make at least a couple of shots of a black cat against the blue sky.
But the Fairy is inexorable: what did you bring me to pose for your photos? Where are the treats? Where is the delicious cat pate?
