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Clyde. Sweet, skittish, don't-touch-me, Clyde. (And, after his de-worming, add "fast, with a bit of spunk" to his descriptors.)
He's the life-long buddy to George (pictured below), our enthusiastic, black-and-white, busy-body who always has his nose in everyone's business:
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It's very clear that,
four months after adopting us, George is convinced he owns us and our property. We're ok with this.
Clyde, though, I think, is really only here only because George is. He tolerates us, but he follows George around like a puppy. When George and I are having a cuddle, just because I don't see Clyde doesn't mean he's not there. Clyde makes sure he can see and hear us, but he doesn't need to be seen. He's kind of a behind-the-scenes guy.
I think Clyde has led a pretty rough life. He's certainly got the scrapes, scars and behavior to prove it. He keeps a big distance. And it's because of this that my pictures of him tend be of fairly poor quality. Like this, for instance:
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Or this:
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Or...this:
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Until today.
Clyde completely surprised me by coming within spitting distance of the house and finding a patch of sun right off our deck to sit in a spell:
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Please note, that while Clyde was close to the house, I still needed my telephoto lens and tripod to be able to get these photos. He hasn't grown to like me
that much. (Yet.)
"
NOW I'll finally be able to get a shot of his beautiful blue eyes that I keep telling people about," I thought to myself. I was so excited, I mistakenly focused on the wrong object in my first shot. Nice flowers, right?:
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He promptly dozed off for my next picture:
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And yes, that mat of fur behind his left ear
is driving me NUTS:
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He relaxed to the point where he even tilted his head up toward the sun a bit to better feel the warmth. Awwwwww....:
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Just when it seemed like I wasn't going to have any luck getting a good shot of his eyes, he moved. And he came closer:
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And then he looked at me:
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Suddenly, there it was. The shot
Carson at 7MSN calls the money shot:
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Hello, Blue Eyes...
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Now, take a load off, little one - you've done enough for today:
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Trusting the humans is exhausting work: