Take 1: I'm looking at the camera. Thoth doesn't know what's going on, and he definitely didn't make it into the frame.
Take 2: Okay, I pointed the camera down a little more, got more of the cat in, but my hair fell in my face. Thoth still doesn't know what's going on.
Take 3: Thoth managed to struggle his way out of my arms and ran upstairs. Attempt to take one while he was on the bed. He knows what's going on now, and choosing not to look at the blasted flash box that mom is shoving in his face. Typical cat.
Take 4: This one got deleted. Cat was all over the place, I was laughing and had my eyes shut. Best not to share.
Take 5: DH came in to see what was going on, offered to take photo for us. Honestly, probably the best of the bunch. (Goes to show that sometimes it's just easier to ask for help.) I call this my "Wilson" portrait.
Take 5: Last attempt. Cat reluctantly obliges one last time before drinking water out of the faucet in the bathroom. He's definitely got that look - geez, are we done yet?
I'm hoping the gas situation is resolved by the time I get home from work, *fingers crossed*...