The Cat Butt

It's 9:00 p.m. and I've spent the last ten minutes trying to photograph Katherine's bellybutton. She's bathed in the long shadows of our living room and the camera simply cannot capture the splendid nuances of the "cat butt." I'm giving up this fool's errand until sunrise. I watched with hushed awe for the first several months of her pregnancy as her navel transformed itself into the "cat butt." At some point, I was unable to restrain myself and pointed out the uncanny resemblance. Now we both gawk at the sanddollar-like portal between us and the expanding little critter whose elbow or posterior rises out of her side every few minutes.