Hats on...6 December, 2016

I placed the Grenson red shoebox(in which some early birthday boots came for T from over the sea) on the kitchen counter and she was inside and comfy in an instant. On went the Max's old top hat, and snap went the Leica and here she is again. The longest part of the shot was the removal of her hair on the top hat and ivy in photoshop. Anything black(and I love black clothing) and this cat means a visible coating of her lovely ticked fur coat.

For the Record,
This day came in cold with the barest dusting of light snow on the grass and leaves.

One hand still stuffed up, the other with a sore flu shot arm.