Mohammed the Great

Mohammed the Great
August 8, 2007

I gave my mom official ownership of my cat when I went to college. But he was always delighted to see me when I came home. Mohammed was a special creature. He never learned to meow, he would only squeak. When my dad purchased him, he assumed little cats had little tails. Mohammed was missing about two thirds of his tail, which he would wag with joy whenever he was pleased. Basically he had the best life ever. And he made mine pretty awesome too.

Once again, no flash. Taken in my momma’s house. I cropped out an overhead lamp. I think it makes it look even more peaceful. Mom’s in the right side of the picture. I think she liked that kitty a bit.

(Taken with a Nikon S1. No photochop.)