Although cats don’t make an appearance here at HenCam, I do like them. In fact, despite my parent’s “no fur-bearing animals in the house” edict, I managed to convince them to let me keep two strays. My parents, of course, ended up loving and indulging them even after I left for college. Much to my dismay, in my early twenties, I inexplicably developed a sudden allergy to cats, and no longer could breathe when my cat, Serena, slept on my pillow. It took me ages to realize that it was my beloved cat that made me sick every time I visited home. Much denial! So, that is why I don’t keep cats and regale you with cat stories and fill my blogs with cute kitten pictures. Vintage photographs will have to suffice.
This portrait dates from around 1910. I can imagine this young man walking down the street to the photography studio, black cat in his arms. The photographer’s backdrop has seen better days. The man’s suit is ill-fitting. But, none of that matters because the sweet countenances of both cat and man shine through. I wonder who he had this photograph taken for?