Is there something up there for me?

Nina is our perpetual moocher. If there is food around, or even the hope of food, she’s right there.  So it made sense that she’d be underfoot the other night when I was trying out my new pancake lens.

Looking up to the bar where we keep the cats’ food bowl.

 

Her usual “Aren’t you gonna feed me???” look.  We’ve come to the conclusion that the paw lift is completely for eliciting sympathy. It only works when she’s out in the cold. Begging? Not so much.