Last summer I bought a Radio Flyer, which is one of those red wagons that are an apparently integral part of an iconic American childhood according to films, comic strips and Norman Rockwell paintings. Of course I REALLY wanted to get a photo of one of the cats sitting in it, this naturally means they have avoided having anything at all to do with it (apart from hiding underneath it during skirmishes).
Originally the wagon was next to the fireplace in the living room, and we used it for dumping our bags in when we got home from work. As it got colder and we started using the fire more, I decided to move the wagon, because I worried about the wheels melting. I put it on the mezzanine, and used it to hold the floor cushions up there. An unplanned bonus of this is that Nancy can use the cushions as a ramp to climb up to the railing, which she and Edith like to use as a catwalk.
When I came upstairs to go to bed last night I found that Edith has re-discovered how comfortable the floor cushions are, and she was elegantly lounging in the Radio Flyer. FINALLY! I had to act fast, but I knew that if I ran to get my camera, that would prompt Edith to jump out of the wagon. Fortunately Doc was still at the foot of the stairs, next to my bag with my camera in it, so I called down and asked him to grab my camera for me.
The light wasn't great, but I could steady my hand on the bannister, and Edith happily posed for several shots, so happily in fact she started purring. I know she can't possibly understand what a camera is, but there is no getting around the fact that she likes it when I take photos of her. Somehow Edith knows that the camera loves her, and she loves it right back!