Why I’ll never be a photographer…

So we’re all sitting around the Interim Lair last night, wishing it wasn’t so bloody cold. LB is camped on my bed. Click jumps down from her loft, curls up next to LB’s belly, then reaches up, grabs his head in both paws and starts industriously cleaning his head. And I’m all “Awww!” And I grab my camera, and I fiddle with the settings trying to find one that involves the flash. Finally get it worked out, frame the shot, hold down the “shutter” button……And Click gets bored and walks away.