There’s nothing like trying to work around a kitten skittering all over your equipment—light stands, backgrounds, wires—attacking anything that happens to catch her eye… tabs, labels, plugs. It’s all a game, and it’s all fair game at that.
I wasn’t a working photographer when Widgit was a kitten, so this is uncharted territory. Can’t leave anything unattended. Everything takes twice as long.
Lock her out? Heh… right… you try it. Maybe it’s time I got an actual studio.
And as regards the shaved tummy, we thought getting her fixed would slow her down for a few days. Well, isn’t something like surgery supposed to do that?