I noticed the treats.

Not just any treats. The good ones. The kind that suggest respect. I accepted them, of course. 

There was no pressure, no chaos, no expectation that I would perform like some sort of dog (no offense to dogs).

I explored.  I observed from a distance. I allowed the lady with a weird contraption to earn my trust.

Then came the toys. 

There were feathers and little balls to chase. Not only was I given treats; but I got to play!

Over time, I settled in.

I learned that this was something called a studio cat photography session and that Miss Lisa was holding a camera. My person never left the room (a good thing).

A flick of the tail here, a perfectly timed glance there. A moment of playful energy followed by a return to composed elegance. Miss Lisa seemed to understand that capturing me required patience, not persistence.